Looking Glass

The shaking. The unease of self. Ok, it's definitely the coffee. This time, anyway. I will...Must...continue to record these emotions, tendencies, affects, of my Self that negatively impact me, or it likely will be quite a while before a change takes place.

Because I'm Ridiculously Loyal to the Resistance.

It is a conceivability that a Self like me will be stabbing, gouging, leeching...you get the point...Demanding the blood from myself...while simultaneously, honestly, puzzled...as to why the red is coming through.

My own worst enemy...

Hmmm....

My own little Universe.

Creating Life

Then snuffing it out.

Engineered for survival

Programmed to destroy.

Oh, dear ironic Universe,

Your always good for

a laugh...