It is that it Is

It’s pathological.
The total absence of divisiveness.
Undeniably a diseased illness. The surreal stillness of filth. Equilibrium is ideal if you can attain it, but regret maintains its chill. Down defenses and the manipulation is made obvious.

By now you’re thinking either this is a truly profound revelation or completely meaningless gibberish. Well, you’re right.


By Jack Thomas