I am ldotmanning.
There is a tiny bird where my brain should be. He makes a lot of noise. Fluttering, screeching, scratching. Striving, each day, to peckk his way to the freedom beyond my ophryon. Some days I hope he breaks though and soars away to a beautiful place where little birds aren't trapped within the shadowy memories of anti-social miscrients, and I finally get some sleep.
Others days, I would rather endure the racket and migraine enducing shrieks.
I've seen the world beyond these walls. A world where rape victims are stoned to death. A world where murder is managed by media manipulations. A world where the Lousianna coastline is flammable and Japan is radioactive. A world where children starve under giant lighted signs bearing fruit.
There is nothing out there for him.
Out there is only heartbreaking, soul crushing, depression, streaming from a world governed by a souless militray industrial pharmacutical conglomerates, but sometimes it's so hard to endure the pain and the commotion. I've manged to keep him in this long, but who knows what the future holds. These are the things that take the pain away.
This is my reason for being