The feeling it just washes over me. Washing all the colour out. All the hope it evaporates. I just sit and stare. Stare at what, nothing, just the inner monologue inside my head. A cliche battleground.
One, that I hope to defeat.
Become victorious in my own battle against myself.
The chances seem slim though.
We all stand, supposedly together but mostly disunited. We stand in solidarity when the media tells us which side we stand on. We stand as one but only when we know everyone else is doing so.
We leave people to stand alone and forget about them.
Doomed to failure.
Be one of those we forget.
The best ideas are cocooned in it.
I lie there, the red stretching out across the translucent water like a peacock’s tail. My life ebbing but at the same time more vital than it ever has been. At this moment I more alive than I have ever been. I am truly in control of my destiny.
The moment will last forever, I have finally proven I exist and that I have free will. It is only as I create an ending do I realise that I have the freedom to be, to exist, and to not exist. A choice …
We’re lost in a sea of fiction. We believe in imaginary money but ignore real climate change. We believe the lies of politicians but ignore the truth told by scientists. We believe the racists on social media but ignore the people calling them out. We believe comfortable thoughts while ignoring the world burning.
The world is ending.
There will be no more GDP.
But we still do not act, in case of an economic slowdown.
We are all doomed to die because of imaginary money and wealth.
Supposedly we think we are clever.