Prose and musing by Sam I am.
Writer of cyberpunk, dystopian fiction, and nonfiction. Plus whatever drives me at the time.
Cult
I am so f#€£ed up
33 years of programming is hard to remove
And it’s a useful excuse
Sometimes
I am full of them
Defensive
33 years of practice
Hard to establish new ways of being
Hidden from the world
And Armageddon is coming
I don’t believe
But I see all the signs
Dread looms
Let me out
I can’t leave
Even if I want to
So, keep walking
Head held low
It used to be so easy
It’s easy to lie
It’s hard to face the truth
If you even know what that is
Circular thinking
Avoiding
Burying my head
It’s easier that way
Until it’s not
Shop for new shoes
I don’t deserve
Meditate
Higher state
Chasing the dragon
Low to delusion
In fantasy I realm
It’s easier than here
Anything is
But it has to stop
I want to get off
Too fast
Too much going on
Just stop
And let me in
Just stop
Let me in
I used to know you
You used to be my brother
But you never was
You used to be my sister
That was a lie
I never was
And neither were you
Betrothed to freedom
As freedom is lost
Born within
Out of this world
Protected
Affected
By the conditions of this bond
The deal was done beforehand
Souls are sold
To someone else’s god
On the dark web
And forever the guilt
Stepping away
Not reclaiming ground
Distract
Deflect
Don’t get too close
It’s better that way
Until it’s not
And it’s really not
Face demons in the dark
Fighting shadows
Hoping to win
Hope
It’s worth having I guess
There’s nothing worth less
If hope is no more
33 years of programming
It’s a lot to remove
No alt control delete
Not this time
This time we take the long way through
-- words by me
images directed by me, using the words from above, created by wonder.ai
