HATERS

They say it's a place with space to share.
Why do we hide behind these creepy idealogical scapegoats to keep us safe if that is not what we are really doing? What's the point? Nobody benefits.
So much space and nothing happening there.
Endless smoke circles. Endless daydreaming but no challenges.
It's true. I went because I felt like I had to.
And, I ate their food, drank a beer, poured a glass of wine and immediately threw it out when I realized I could not in fact drink it.
But, did it ever feel like home?
It's amazing the ways we can trick ourselves into these fantasical ideals.
I lived in a fuckin closet but I didn't want to be wifey anymore so a closet was total freedom.
I jump from one prison to the next.
I leap from one heart to the next.