it just doesn't seem like there is an escape other than death.
sure i could move, and it would be interesting for awhile,
a nice distraction, but then i would just end up back at myself,
broken and lost.
it's hard to see a point to any of it.
there is no relief, there is no nothing.
there is no sanity, no comfort, no salvation.
there is only this deep and growing isolation.
