It seems like I've been alive for longer than intended, breathing in time and breathing out pointless profanities that I've grown up into.
It feels like I've reached the end of a life span and death doesn't think I'm worth his time yet.
It's like being stuck in a limbo, between the matrix of two worlds, covered in ether;
Is it trying to heal me or hold me hostage to worse cages?
When will these stone paved pathways ever escape my shackled feet? How far do I possibly run? Will I ever escape the very essence of my fate itself?
How do I leave my body?
