Some days I rejoice when I meet new and interesting people. Some days I feel content when they actually seem interested in what I have to say or maybe even how I feel. But mostly, I just wanna leave my body and float into the atmosphere like some celestial ghost. No more resistance. No more bills, no more parties, no more expectations or sudden upsets. No more healthcare. No more places to be, no more longing, no more self-worth through social construct. No more need for an identity or human affection. No more future or more importantly, the fear of it. Just existence without the burden of knowing I exist.
The Killing Moon, Echo & the Bunnymen
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you’ll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time