how irreverent the world

"The sickness rolled through me in great waves. After each wave it would fade away and leave me limp as a wet leaf and shivering all over and then I would feel it rising up in me again. –sylvia path


All of us the sickness, the wish for death, comes flooding out in waves of blood. To be a wet leaf in one’s own blood shivering all over with the absence of death in the frustration that you are faith ‘s whore is what the death wish seeks so irreverently to pull off. Irreverent we are in the death of our own making, how irreverent the world for trying to keep us alive.