For days and days I sit in this chair,
in hopes that my life will reappear.
Beautiful pictures of people I never knew
show me the world from a different view.
I figure that I'm damaged.
Some years away I plan to forget
these beautiful people I never met.
Their words puncture me deep.
I don't feel a thing when I speak.
I figure that I'm weak.
Motives rendered useless resurface,
and then the world seems to hurt less.
I figure the internet is a device the goverment values in hopes to destroy humanity.
