it’s a joke that i literally chuckle at, at this point.
it’s so far beyond the first time that it couldn’t be anything BUT a joke.
i thought, maybe if i had rules and regulations and extra padding
the punches would at least allow me to keep my breath.
allow me to shake it off like a grueling chore that just must be done.
that just must be.
but for the umpteenth time here i sit.
on this old blue-green couch
fingers quivery, skin alive with electricity
trying to maintain the clutch on a steady flow of breathing.
yet my face has been plastered with a smirk since the first line read.
a million questions that will never be answered
and will eventually fade away into Time and worn out cares….
this knowledge is at least a comfort. perhaps even the cause of the smirk.
what a fool he is. i am. we are.
it’s funny right? security… it’s a joke… right?