puer aeternus

I don't think serious depression ever leaves a person when it's allowed to fester and foster for so many years. It's like a phantom limb. The spirits follow me. Speak with me. I call them death.

Death loves to talk about the details. The plastics. The mannerisms. The shrugs. And on the cold nights, they like to sing. Singing is a great release from discomfort. Singing creates. Everyone should sing. They'd feel better.

Death isn't bad. It is not shameful. People invent shame and resentment. Don't look down upon suicide. It's not that person's fault that pressure exists. Class systems and structural discriminations impair our evolution beyond death. Human perception of death use to be much more enlightened. Human perception use to be more enlightened... Before we started plugging our eyes with the prayer of power and consumption. I guess we needed to discover how to evolve technologically with the earth we've been given?

Well... now our spirit is misaligned with our potential. So comes the Aquarius. Bathe us in the water of our soul so we may see that we are whole.