It's Been A Long Time

I Realize That, While Often Happy And Often Cheerful, I Am Always Sad.

To Live Strikes Me As A Metaphysical Mistake Of Matter, A Dereliction Of Inaction.

My Soul's The Present Shadow Of A Presence Gone.

Today I Suddenly Experienced An Absurd But Quite Valid Sensation. I Realized, In An Intimate Lightning Flash, That I Am No One. No One, Absolutely No One.

To Think Is To Destroy. The Very Process Of Thought Indicates It For The Same Thought, As Thinking Is Decomposing.