I don’t like being unable to help.
Do I feel too much, man?
It’s been.. 3 days since I’ve had anything stronger than tea. My hands shake, my body feels weak and sickly. Reality seems to be.. I dunno man.. skipping..
Like, time is on repeat. Or a real slick dj is givin it a tickle, ya dig?
But it’s a rhythm I cant dance to.
I feel like I’ve tried everything, and still people fall to this horde illness. Still, strife spreads with it. Kindness and empathy is getting lost in the shuffle.
I guess it doesn’t fuel the need for folks the way rage does.
Does that seem right, man?
I .. don’t like reality sometimes..
I’d just, like, I’d rather be “way out there” than here, y’know?
But.. I gotta find a way ta help, man. An I don’t know what that way is.
Don’t think my bottle knows, either, and a Hulu gourd can hold a lot of treasures.
I feel adrift, lost, and hope is slippin outta me.
And I’ll keep trying.
But reality seems like no friend. Maybe I got the shakes. Or maybe this magic less world is making me shiver.
Maybe the Horde done already ate my brain.