the land of the helping and the helpless is a straight line, there is so curvature, only simple quietness of empty souls, both lost and at loss, both hungry and full, both needy and distancing, we are at peace, we are at grace, we dont want to get better, we only want guilt for our horrible actions, the mind eating silence is so loud, so painful, please talk, please reach out begs the simple person who lives here, in this empty shell.
it was never real.

what thef uck was i on