When you’ve lost something, or
you have a portion of importance
taken from you. Oh, it’s nobody’s
fault but yours. You can’t carry
everything. The world. Is pretty
heavy. And it can be such a downer,
so maybe it’s not a good idea to dwell
on such things. Except what if you
lost something that you can’t live
without, a piece of yourself that,
without its existence, in its proper
place, part of your circuitry, a piece
without which makes you less, sure,
but might lead inevitably to your dis
continuance? Or if a teardrop of the
gas that runs your soul, should you
have one, without which.... Without
which... .... Name something that
is useless without me. Someone.
Anything. Without which.... ....?
