I’ve been given this one last “opportunity” to finally do something with my life but I wonder if I got confused with the after instead. It’s M-E guarding this cell mate far deep under ground and it feels as if I’m the one in prison. This “cell mate” speaks to me without saying a word and has gotten into my head. His smile haunts me and I try my best to do my job and get out of the prison but he’s locked me in. Six months and I’ll be free from this path way down (below) that is if I can make it. Reality is getting all screwed up as this “last opportunity” just feels like trying to.
FOOTNOTE- This concept was developed as I listed to Bunker 8 podcast.