"checked out...."

       
       
       
    one understands like never before; hence one's poem about hallways full of doors; there are things one could as well as can't ignore; things one wouldn't, and things one would explore....      
       
    the flesh is coded- the realm is code galore; one often contemplates the void beyond the  inevitable exit door; one  certainly feels the need to leave...."early".      
       
    one's been beaten upside the head til concussion- from others' popular beliefs; Big Krit said it perfectly-how we need each others' energy as a species.... the thought- it irritates half the time because of the baggage of "human(s)-being"    
       
    might as well have a wireless connection- some stronger than others- some absolutely no match with frequencies.... but things are so terribly bad that the closest thing to a perfect match doesn't seem to come close to "aligning" easy- so why even try....      
       
  the system should legalize- convient  "early goodbyes"- that should be owed to one at the very least.... release papers- to just- go to sleep- and perhaps maybe or maybe not we'll see or not see if there's an alternate reality that's the actual meaning of what it means to be free....      
       
  what a loop this is....like somebody freaking shoot me please -_-