I was about to write this in my phone, but then it locked up.
9:06 was the time, frozen on a red screen. Bastille, Bad Blood, had just come on the radio. One of my favorite newer songs I've heard recently. I like the sound.
The details as to what prompted my thought that I am in hell I won't mention.
Maybe I'm not "in hell", but its not heaven. And I will likely always be bound.
I'm not sure I want it any other way.
Without binding, there is no "I", to want.
That's okay.
9:06 was the time, frozen on a red screen. Bastille, Bad Blood, had just come on the radio. One of my favorite newer songs I've heard recently. I like the sound.
The details as to what prompted my thought that I am in hell I won't mention.
Maybe I'm not "in hell", but its not heaven. And I will likely always be bound.
I'm not sure I want it any other way.
Without binding, there is no "I", to want.
That's okay.