Drunkenness

Know that no one's been out there looking out for you, know that nothing's ever going to be fixed no matter how hard you try, even if you try to believe otherwise, and you sink yourself into the lowest levels of dementia, where you forget that you are conscious about having a distinctive degree of grief, where your sense of well being is modulated by a brain that doesn't listen to you, you ask for validation from a species that traded its well being with the amount of likes on Facebook much earlier, you are murdered, murdered by the people who never gives a shit anyway to anything, and you never got out of the shadow of yourself, cast on the ground before you as the sun shines from behind, and you watch the shadow move with alacrity to defend the shadow but not the owner, know that this is not the end, this was never meant to be the end - patiently wait for the asteroid or the meteorite to hit straight onto your being, shredding every organised thought about anything other than the loneliest existence to pieces.