I Don’t care
Does it mean to care, I think I care if I think? Ever who does not have any desire does not need to think ever. Baby what would that be like? Living without a care in the world. These desires aren’t even my own, I was born into them. Can I ever satisfy them? Dire indeed.
I must die in it, desire. I am not alive fore-bemoaned is a sacred place, sanctum. Or do I put my soul up for sale? Is it mine to sell? It does not even have to be me. This way to fulfillment or the other? dire indeed.
Who am I to die,