Bliss

That time.
Of the hour.
Of the week.
Of the year.
That space.
In the back of the head.
Where no one goes.
And no one stays.
Sedated.
We are led.
Dragged.
Carried.
To and fro.
Although sometimes we wake up early when effects wear off.
Or we have leg spasms and are dropped.
But no matter what one does,
They must go.
The only variable is when and for how long.
Some pretend they are not there;
Though they are merely en route.
Or,
Even worse.
They are in denial of their location.
And while flames surround them,
Insist they are not in hell;
But a modest friendly bonfire.
They see with their eyes;
Hear with their ears;
Speak with their mouth;
Feel with the nerves of their skin;
And think with the lobes of their brain.
This is where they go wrong.
One must do all these things with their heart.
But they call me foolish.
They call me mad.
I call myself sane.
Because they are the blind, deaf, mute, & lame.
Not me.
Maybe if they did what I did,
they could see & feel enough,
to think enough,
to reason.
I have this ability to be aware of my surroundings.
That is not what makes me unsane.
The thing that makes me “crazy” is that I know;
And I have not the energy nor motivation to leave.
Because the simple fact causes me so much agony that my systems shut down.
So they are all proof:
Ignorance is bliss.
But if this is true,
then another phrase is equally as valid,
and therefore proven.
Knowledge is Pain.
Knowledge is Virtue.
Therefore Pain is Virtue.
I suffer in silence so they don’t have to join me.
They deserve bliss.
So let them be ignorant.