Ascension finally took place, everyone I like
is gone, nobody answers an email, nobody
replies to calls, I am stuck in Einstein’s time
space molasses, a fire of despair raging in
my head, I wish I could have gone with them
being so very alone with only the ubiquitous
voice in my head talking incessantly, making
comments I do not want to hear, my eyes
popping out of their sockets due to anger
raging in every nerve and fibre of my body
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