Don't bring our arguments here. It enhances, even amplifies a reality that i very much know exists. Not that my aspirations for the future are governed by a sense of dread, but a stark reality that, when accepted can pave the way for achievable ideology. Perhaps it is what i do best. Hung up in specifics, i am debilitated by a mental war.
Skies here hang grey and sedate.
And when i smile on these days, the smile is my own. It is contingent in no way by some chemical emitted due to Vitamin C at the hand of the sun. It is my smile. I made this amidst a bleak reality. I talk to Marss amidst unrelated turmoil in life.