Co-create

My freedom becomes your oppression because I know no better than this, I am often empty as you criticze my belonging. And you are just right I’m am not a fit here anymore… Your trash my treasure your treasure my trash. I am forever this enigma unchained because the obyss becomes you! So listlessly wrestling the past I can become unmoored, un vacant, above infinitude nothing less than a simple sad slanderer was once.