Bitcoin gave me hope.

Bitcoiners broke it down.

I want to hold her and give back to the world, what deal and shores can't reach, but hear. They work relentlessly, while I'm in quicksand.

Hearing , knowing, sinking.

I'm talking to walls. Because they whisper about me having to fix things.

They crumble when I lean against them.

We creek and build

None the less.