I always feel heartless regardless of the situation. Can’t figure out why, I always feel numb except for the pain and the anxiety. Can’t leave home without my gun, shit ain’t no fun. If this don’t change soon I might actually die. But the scarier thing is while I fly or sink? Am I heaven sent or hell bound? Guess there’s only one way to find out the ending of my story, but will I get to the last page? Or will I be prematurely released from life? I don’t even know what answer I want anymore, floating through time and space. Lost in the sauce no chick fil a. But I’m calling to Odin for a betta day. And unlike god I know I’ve been heard when I hear the the caw of my favorite bird. The raven, crow whatever you prefer. My two besties Huginn and Muninn, meaning thought and memory. So at least they’ll never forget me, wish I could say the same about you. Actually not really I would rather forget you ever existed so I wouldn’t have to deal with the twisted and convoluted maze of where things went wrong between you and I.