The Matrix…

I was standing on the corner and that song came on. Now the matrix is buggin me out again. Sometimes it’s so real I can barely breathe. The thought of it ushers my insanity. Second stance, it makes sense that the world ain’t real. When everything in it has a bar code. And no bar can crack the code on how to live.

Pondering the Matrix (Journal Entry)

I was born to be invisible. Like the stump of a sofa that gets tripped into and cursed then forgotten once again. I always wondered what it would be like to have loving, doting parents. Would I have grown to be such a loser?

Sometimes I wish I was anybody but me. Then I look at everybody else and wish I were just plain dead. Because if I were the happy type, I’d be oblivious to the world that enslaves me in a bubble where my greatest defense against reality is to push the ‘block’ button. And if I were born with a silver spoon I’d be as rotten as a carcass.