The Horrors of Heaven
I'm dead. Or at least I should be. I can't be sure. I just want to sleep... Forever. My body is weak but my mind is as sharp as a razor. You can get cut to pieces being around me. I haven't felt my heart beat in years. Just a slow sigh. How am I even alive? Why do I get up everyday to repeat my apathetic existence?
I'm enlightened so I'm also disillusioned. We can't win. With truth comes lies.
Dill Pickle chips, Dr. Pepper, Music, and walks in the park... These things are my last lullaby.