Me

I’m a breathing corpse

buried

under

a smoldering pyre

of dreams.

12 thoughts on “Me

  1. I don’t dream, I don’t hope. Rather I endeavor breathing in real-time, where I can amend my wrong decisions without any prominent delay; Where I don’t ‘hope’ but calculate future.
    Hope and dreams are dangerous; they destroy. I don’t dream, don’t cultivate hope and expectations. Eventually, I don’t have anything to lose.

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