I fucking hate it here

This is a thought experiment of when I hated

I don’t know what it looks like, for this is heaven

I’m surrounded by bliss

Old age has deafened me

I see the faces of children hurt, and crying

Old wrinkle faces crying as other stronger men and women call them hopeless

But my deaf ears only interpret these shriek as happy

Regardless of what they tell you, the universe is at peace

In the throes of death

All known is bliss

As I try to fucking hate it here

I can’t

It’s too much effort and the effort isn’t worth it

This is heaven