I feel like the smoker’s throat
The wonderful sphere I exist in is like anyone else’s world.
My personal circle
How does one get into that seamless shell that takes a thrust harder to break a rock?
My world involves a core that is me, conditioned by what anyone’s life is conditioned.
In me is a child that never knew a real childhood that learned that people are selfish.
They hurt others
They use others
They break others.
My world is