Turn away
Leave me for now
My mind is tired
My body weak
No single thought left
To entertain my sunken, self induced loss
Confused and alone
Wanting nothing
Abstaining from reality
Waiting for tomorrow
So, comfort me in the morning
When I can’t hear your cries of sympathy
Where were you?
Where were you – when I needed your touch?
Sailing in a beautiful yacht
Along the beaches of the Mediterranean?
Dancing down the river through the night
With the many women of the Nile?
Clinging desperately to the edges of a barrel
As you’re tumbling off Niagara?
Where were you – when I needed to hear your voice?
Were you on a date with a new lover
Walking hand-in-hand through Time Square?
Or watching an off-Broadway performance
With a friend you haven’t seen in years?
Maybe you were just laughing
With a stranger…
Where were you – when I needed you most?
You were wondering
Why I said goodbye
Sailing in a beautiful yacht
Along the beaches of the Mediterranean?
Dancing down the river through the night
With the many women of the Nile?
Clinging desperately to the edges of a barrel
As you’re tumbling off Niagara?
Where were you – when I needed to hear your voice?
Were you on a date with a new lover
Walking hand-in-hand through Time Square?
Or watching an off-Broadway performance
With a friend you haven’t seen in years?
Maybe you were just laughing
With a stranger…
Where were you – when I needed you most?
You were wondering
Why I said goodbye
Calling
Empty spaces echoing
Unintelligible syllables
About the fate of humanity
And the color of her hair
I wish I could just
Make out some of the words
Unintelligible syllables
About the fate of humanity
And the color of her hair
I wish I could just
Make out some of the words
Danĝera Najbar-Ajo
I arrived at the party, fashionably late. I could have spotted the building a quarter mile away. Flashes of colored light poured from the bay view windows. The building was quaint. Nothing about it put me on edge, at least not initially.
As I approached the building, two police officers were escorting one of the other tenants out. It was all in response to an alleged hit and run incident that occurred shortly before, in front of the building.
Fear began to rise up my spine as I passed the officers. I slid three rails of cocaine before the party and all I could envision was white powder coating my nose for all to see. The cops nodded as I walked by paying no attention.
I reached the top of the stairs to find a kid sitting on the front landing smoking a cigarette and drinking vodka on the rocks. We had met before through a mutual friend. We exchanged salutations and he offered me a cigarette, which I gladly accepted.
I could tell he had already thrown back a couple of drink by the slurring of his conversation and disorientation of his motor skills. During our short encounter he knocked over a wine glass, casually left by another guest. Without thinking he began to pick up the shards of broken glass. I was sure I would be taking him to the hospital, but he managed to get most of the glass into the trash without a hitch. I finished the cigarette and moved to the third floor.
-
As I reached the top of the stairs I noticed they had set up a lounge area in the hallway above the stair well. Multicolored streamers hung from the ceiling while a strobe light was giving a couple of guests mild seizures.
I met the hostess and she offered me a drink. I declined. Nothing good would ever come of it.
I mingled around the room, listening to the variety of conversation.
"..at least you took his name. I already told Bryan that I'm not going to, and he ask me every morning if I've changed my mind..."
"...I didn't have time to go shopping, so I just wore pajamas..."
"...there was four inches of standing water in my apartment and a river forging its way out my front door..."
I couldn't follow any one line of thought.
As the night dragged on and more people showed up I found myself becoming more and more uncomfortable. So I made my way back outside and lit a cigarette.
The kid from earlier was still looking over the view. His drink had changed from the time before and I could tell his time was short. He cocked back his head and looked at me as if he couldn't find the words. Then he stood up, nearly fell over, and headed up to the apartment.
I couldn't help but think about the look in his eyes.
-
I moved through the people like seaweed in a high tide. Everyone was sociable and seemed to be enjoying themselves. I made my way out to the lounge to sign a birthday card for the guest of honor.
There he was again. Lying in the chair, seemingly oblivious to the surroundings. He struggled to open his eyes. And for another split second attempted to convey whatever it was he had tried to express to me earlier.
His eyes rolled back into his head and I was still left wondering.
-
The atmosphere was beginning to die down and so was I. I knew more drugs were going to be needed if I was going to go on. I moved toward the bathroom in an attempt to find the necessary sanctuary.
As I opened the door I saw him half sitting next to the toilet. You could see the blur in his eyes cause by the harsh acidic taste violating all his senses. Half digested pieces of ham and sushi littered the bowl of the toilet. There is nothing in the world more repulsive than the smell of liquor induced vomit.
I turned around to leave when his eyes caught my attention once again. And as I looked down on this drunk mess of liquefied flesh I realized the true flaw in humanity. The inability to make out the words when saying them is the only thing that can save us.
The bleach white lights beat down on both of us. His eyes rolled back into his head and his eyelids slowly closed. I notice of bottle of pills spilled beside him. He just couldn't seem to make out the words.
I got up and left. I spoke to no one. Upon reaching the street I hailed a cab.
As I got in all I could say was, "I'm a little sideways, could you take it easy.."
As I approached the building, two police officers were escorting one of the other tenants out. It was all in response to an alleged hit and run incident that occurred shortly before, in front of the building.
Fear began to rise up my spine as I passed the officers. I slid three rails of cocaine before the party and all I could envision was white powder coating my nose for all to see. The cops nodded as I walked by paying no attention.
I reached the top of the stairs to find a kid sitting on the front landing smoking a cigarette and drinking vodka on the rocks. We had met before through a mutual friend. We exchanged salutations and he offered me a cigarette, which I gladly accepted.
I could tell he had already thrown back a couple of drink by the slurring of his conversation and disorientation of his motor skills. During our short encounter he knocked over a wine glass, casually left by another guest. Without thinking he began to pick up the shards of broken glass. I was sure I would be taking him to the hospital, but he managed to get most of the glass into the trash without a hitch. I finished the cigarette and moved to the third floor.
-
As I reached the top of the stairs I noticed they had set up a lounge area in the hallway above the stair well. Multicolored streamers hung from the ceiling while a strobe light was giving a couple of guests mild seizures.
I met the hostess and she offered me a drink. I declined. Nothing good would ever come of it.
I mingled around the room, listening to the variety of conversation.
"..at least you took his name. I already told Bryan that I'm not going to, and he ask me every morning if I've changed my mind..."
"...I didn't have time to go shopping, so I just wore pajamas..."
"...there was four inches of standing water in my apartment and a river forging its way out my front door..."
I couldn't follow any one line of thought.
As the night dragged on and more people showed up I found myself becoming more and more uncomfortable. So I made my way back outside and lit a cigarette.
The kid from earlier was still looking over the view. His drink had changed from the time before and I could tell his time was short. He cocked back his head and looked at me as if he couldn't find the words. Then he stood up, nearly fell over, and headed up to the apartment.
I couldn't help but think about the look in his eyes.
-
I moved through the people like seaweed in a high tide. Everyone was sociable and seemed to be enjoying themselves. I made my way out to the lounge to sign a birthday card for the guest of honor.
There he was again. Lying in the chair, seemingly oblivious to the surroundings. He struggled to open his eyes. And for another split second attempted to convey whatever it was he had tried to express to me earlier.
His eyes rolled back into his head and I was still left wondering.
-
The atmosphere was beginning to die down and so was I. I knew more drugs were going to be needed if I was going to go on. I moved toward the bathroom in an attempt to find the necessary sanctuary.
As I opened the door I saw him half sitting next to the toilet. You could see the blur in his eyes cause by the harsh acidic taste violating all his senses. Half digested pieces of ham and sushi littered the bowl of the toilet. There is nothing in the world more repulsive than the smell of liquor induced vomit.
I turned around to leave when his eyes caught my attention once again. And as I looked down on this drunk mess of liquefied flesh I realized the true flaw in humanity. The inability to make out the words when saying them is the only thing that can save us.
The bleach white lights beat down on both of us. His eyes rolled back into his head and his eyelids slowly closed. I notice of bottle of pills spilled beside him. He just couldn't seem to make out the words.
I got up and left. I spoke to no one. Upon reaching the street I hailed a cab.
As I got in all I could say was, "I'm a little sideways, could you take it easy.."
Captured by Alpine: no escape necessary
The soft drizzle of
northwest winter
cascading through the branches
Above the alpine a star shines
questioning what is beyond the clouds
I question, too.
The world in their grasp
Below the evergreen a man walks
oblivious to his life
I'm oblivious, too.
The one I've left behind
A dim light invades the eastern horizon
gently casting shadows
from the modern architecture
I climb up into the forest
holding the key
to a borrowed world
northwest winter
cascading through the branches
Above the alpine a star shines
questioning what is beyond the clouds
I question, too.
The world in their grasp
Below the evergreen a man walks
oblivious to his life
I'm oblivious, too.
The one I've left behind
A dim light invades the eastern horizon
gently casting shadows
from the modern architecture
I climb up into the forest
holding the key
to a borrowed world
Lifeless in Animation
One monitor
One telephone
Papers litter the desk
Surrounding the chair
Motionless in silence
Waiting for his return
Back from the sterile white
of the hospital walls
Back from the caring arms
of those who love him
Back from the boredom
of a life without tedium
Silence and stillness
The stapler still doesn't know
he has other places to be.
One telephone
Papers litter the desk
Surrounding the chair
Motionless in silence
Waiting for his return
Back from the sterile white
of the hospital walls
Back from the caring arms
of those who love him
Back from the boredom
of a life without tedium
Silence and stillness
The stapler still doesn't know
he has other places to be.
Blue Collar
9 a.m. slavery
6 p.m. freedom
Instinctive movements along a web
Of mass transit
Quick stop for smokes
- the plot progresses
I find myself throwing darts
In a lack luster Viking bar
Waiting for everyone to arrive
Visions blur, skin sweats
Lungs bleed
The digital readout of the digital clock
Has lost the touch of Krhonos
Old friends, misspoken words
Comical stories and suggestive glances
A girl I will not remember
Now on the street – walking
With a close friend
The police are alarmed by his complete disregard
Citing him – leaving me to walk among free men
For another ten hours.
6 p.m. freedom
Instinctive movements along a web
Of mass transit
Quick stop for smokes
- the plot progresses
I find myself throwing darts
In a lack luster Viking bar
Waiting for everyone to arrive
Visions blur, skin sweats
Lungs bleed
The digital readout of the digital clock
Has lost the touch of Krhonos
Old friends, misspoken words
Comical stories and suggestive glances
A girl I will not remember
Now on the street – walking
With a close friend
The police are alarmed by his complete disregard
Citing him – leaving me to walk among free men
For another ten hours.
Familiarity
The symphony of the rain in Singapore
similar to that of Seattle
A flare in your nostril
an old friends house - many years past
The girl at the office front desk
a lover given by fate
taken by life
Familiarity hides everywhere
outside the mirror
similar to that of Seattle
A flare in your nostril
an old friends house - many years past
The girl at the office front desk
a lover given by fate
taken by life
Familiarity hides everywhere
outside the mirror
Untitled
Thin neck of tarnished glass
Where there is no color
Three eyes stare – in alternate directions
All looking – someone else
Waves rising by the stomach
Blue against dirty water
Caught behind translucent walls
Withheld in black lines
Patiently waiting to be set free
To pass through with no concept
Of time or space
Unbound by the restrictions
Of only three dimensions
Where there is no color
Three eyes stare – in alternate directions
All looking – someone else
Waves rising by the stomach
Blue against dirty water
Caught behind translucent walls
Withheld in black lines
Patiently waiting to be set free
To pass through with no concept
Of time or space
Unbound by the restrictions
Of only three dimensions
Winter
The smell of frozen dew, in the morning grass
January, reaching through the soles of slippers
Roads left derelict, with a murderous smile
Impressions of the past, left on white sidewalks
Candles burn bright, in the waning solar presence
Sleepless nights, beneath a chemical moon
The ailing winter sun, forever eclipsed
January, reaching through the soles of slippers
Roads left derelict, with a murderous smile
Impressions of the past, left on white sidewalks
Candles burn bright, in the waning solar presence
Sleepless nights, beneath a chemical moon
The ailing winter sun, forever eclipsed
A Class; All your own
I was eight-year years old,
But I remember the day you died
Cold front of New Year
An angry mountain with no remorse
Her ice – black as night
Her ice – black as death
She took you
In your Japanese imported coffin
And you were gone
Long drive to Portland
No words in a wasteland of nothing
They kept your casket closed
“Children shouldn’t see such things anyways”
Your covered face – revealed the darkest side in us all
Your covered face – helped us all to grow stronger
They took you
In your Japanese imported coffin
And you were gone
But I remember the day you died
Cold front of New Year
An angry mountain with no remorse
Her ice – black as night
Her ice – black as death
She took you
In your Japanese imported coffin
And you were gone
Long drive to Portland
No words in a wasteland of nothing
They kept your casket closed
“Children shouldn’t see such things anyways”
Your covered face – revealed the darkest side in us all
Your covered face – helped us all to grow stronger
They took you
In your Japanese imported coffin
And you were gone
Another Drull Sunday
I woke up
The sky was dark
A cool gray haze
Hung sulking in the view
From my kitchen window
A pigeon
Perched on the sill
I studied it blankly
With exonerated eyes
As if to say I’m sorry
But I don’t know for what
The sky was dark
A cool gray haze
Hung sulking in the view
From my kitchen window
A pigeon
Perched on the sill
I studied it blankly
With exonerated eyes
As if to say I’m sorry
But I don’t know for what
Blue
From the moment we first met I knew
You wanted me
I tried so hard but I could not
Stay free
You took me out to wash the car
I didn’t know that it would go this far –
You’ve got me
And I don’t know what to do with you
You’ve got me
And you’ve got a list of things to do
You’ve got me
Now all I can ever see is Blue –
We would talk about the world today
“The world is drull” is all that you could say
I wanted to help you change
But all that changed was me
And now I’ll never know how I was supposed to be
Will I ever break this bond
It’s like drowning in a drained pond
You wanted me
I tried so hard but I could not
Stay free
You took me out to wash the car
I didn’t know that it would go this far –
You’ve got me
And I don’t know what to do with you
You’ve got me
And you’ve got a list of things to do
You’ve got me
Now all I can ever see is Blue –
We would talk about the world today
“The world is drull” is all that you could say
I wanted to help you change
But all that changed was me
And now I’ll never know how I was supposed to be
Will I ever break this bond
It’s like drowning in a drained pond
Milk and Cigarettes
I am drinking milk
I like milk
The way it runs across the spaces of my tongue
Coating and cleansing my smoke tortured tonsils
An overwhelming feeling of life
Flowing from this wax coated carton
I am smoking a cigarette
I like cigarettes
Harsh toxins entering my lungs with every breath
Ripping away the soft tissues that keep my alive
One more second of my life wasted away
With every puff of tightly rolled tobacco
I like milk
But I love cigarettes-
I like milk
The way it runs across the spaces of my tongue
Coating and cleansing my smoke tortured tonsils
An overwhelming feeling of life
Flowing from this wax coated carton
I am smoking a cigarette
I like cigarettes
Harsh toxins entering my lungs with every breath
Ripping away the soft tissues that keep my alive
One more second of my life wasted away
With every puff of tightly rolled tobacco
I like milk
But I love cigarettes-
To the End of Time & Back to the Timeless
Once when I was a young boy I saw the sky so full of color's I thought the love and life in that moment would never stop. To this day I still don't know why, but I stopped looking into that sky to try to find a new kind of inspiration. So far I have found many different kinds of inspiration, yet none of these seem to fill me the way the color's of that nights sky did.
One must always remember that every moment that we see is the never ending moment. For the present we are in never ends, so how can one say there's really any time at all. Time is just a way to take the day and try to control it. If we would just let the day unfold it self we would have no need for time at all. Most people ,however , cant understand the idea that the present moment is the eternity that we all are seeking. To find this moment one must stop trying to control the day we have and just let it unfold. Once you have done this you will find that every day is a new adventure, and not just the same ol' 9-5' that we all have come so accustomed to. Now that i see the present moment were in is eternal i can now look at that same sky of color's, when it appears to most that the sky is dim and colorless for all you have is what you expect to see. When you stop expecting to see the rain clouds the sun will come out.
Around every corner is endless possibilities for the only thing there is expectation, so STOP EXPECTING the SAME thing over and over. Walk into the brand new world that unfolds at every corner.
To know everything you must first know nothing. Once you stop all your expectations from ruling your life you will see what i mean. For if you get up and Know what you Have to do then you fate is sealed, and you are the only one to blame for no one else said that you must do this you just Knew it had to be done so it is. What if you slept and went to a land far from Earth and there you found a rock so you put it in your pocket. That same morning after waking from you dream you felt some thing in you pocket and it was that same rock. When you go to sleep you think to your self everything you may see while sleeping is a " Dream ". How is one part of reality any different from the other, all the same things are there your idea of you, a world, and many new adventures.
One must always remember that every moment that we see is the never ending moment. For the present we are in never ends, so how can one say there's really any time at all. Time is just a way to take the day and try to control it. If we would just let the day unfold it self we would have no need for time at all. Most people ,however , cant understand the idea that the present moment is the eternity that we all are seeking. To find this moment one must stop trying to control the day we have and just let it unfold. Once you have done this you will find that every day is a new adventure, and not just the same ol' 9-5' that we all have come so accustomed to. Now that i see the present moment were in is eternal i can now look at that same sky of color's, when it appears to most that the sky is dim and colorless for all you have is what you expect to see. When you stop expecting to see the rain clouds the sun will come out.
Around every corner is endless possibilities for the only thing there is expectation, so STOP EXPECTING the SAME thing over and over. Walk into the brand new world that unfolds at every corner.
To know everything you must first know nothing. Once you stop all your expectations from ruling your life you will see what i mean. For if you get up and Know what you Have to do then you fate is sealed, and you are the only one to blame for no one else said that you must do this you just Knew it had to be done so it is. What if you slept and went to a land far from Earth and there you found a rock so you put it in your pocket. That same morning after waking from you dream you felt some thing in you pocket and it was that same rock. When you go to sleep you think to your self everything you may see while sleeping is a " Dream ". How is one part of reality any different from the other, all the same things are there your idea of you, a world, and many new adventures.
Restless in Silence
I am waiting – restless in silence
And you’ll never know what name you should call me
Tonight –
I am lonesome and I have no place to go
No one to look out to window for
No one knocking lightly in on the bathroom door –
My blood is still thinning
I’m lost in the wind now –
All I can hear is the sound of your voice
As it’s twisting and spiraling down to my face
Catastrophes climbing the length
Of my spine
I am waiting – restless in silence
And you’ll never know what name you should call me
Tonight –
Our life lost with time
Your memories still haunt me
As I lie down to sleep
My head on your pillow
Come tuck me in just like you have done –
But not since my childhood
Has passed
How you sleep with your pillow so far from my bed?
I guess I’ll never know –
You stopped making sense long ago
I am waiting – restless in silence
And you’ll never know what name you should call me
Tonight –
Time has no sense of feeling detached
From all your words
That rip slowly
Just like all the times when I thought you weren’t lying
Begging to stay –
Right here at my side
But as the sun comes up you run – and you hide
You ask me if I love you – Yes
But I don’t know…
I am waiting – restless in silence
And I don’t know what name I should call myself
Tonight –
And you’ll never know what name you should call me
Tonight –
I am lonesome and I have no place to go
No one to look out to window for
No one knocking lightly in on the bathroom door –
My blood is still thinning
I’m lost in the wind now –
All I can hear is the sound of your voice
As it’s twisting and spiraling down to my face
Catastrophes climbing the length
Of my spine
I am waiting – restless in silence
And you’ll never know what name you should call me
Tonight –
Our life lost with time
Your memories still haunt me
As I lie down to sleep
My head on your pillow
Come tuck me in just like you have done –
But not since my childhood
Has passed
How you sleep with your pillow so far from my bed?
I guess I’ll never know –
You stopped making sense long ago
I am waiting – restless in silence
And you’ll never know what name you should call me
Tonight –
Time has no sense of feeling detached
From all your words
That rip slowly
Just like all the times when I thought you weren’t lying
Begging to stay –
Right here at my side
But as the sun comes up you run – and you hide
You ask me if I love you – Yes
But I don’t know…
I am waiting – restless in silence
And I don’t know what name I should call myself
Tonight –
Reality
The solemn movement of the waves soothes the mind. The intricate ballet before me is as beautiful as the dance of thought. Millions of tiny steps, all moving together to form a mosaic between night and the presence of light. Looking across the array of the sound. The lights appear brighter. It's almost as if looking in on the true meaning of life. And all the while being intoxicated by the sound of waves. Tranquility surrounds as I fight the war inside. Striving to discover the meaning. The only thing stopping me is the sight of perfection before me. I look out over it's beauty and question myself. If I can experience a greatness as the one encompassing me - why look for anything more? A soft reflection continually catches my eye. A spectrum of dull color keeping the beat with the water. The cool breeze nips at my consciousness. A dark hand attempting to drag me back to reality. It wins for now, but it will never keep me away for good.
A Better Place
Brilliantly placed in intelligent machines to find the Chimera's possessed by fiction, but these are encyclopedias. A phone call from a ghost trying to make a peaceful world. He couldn't seem to navigate the intercontinental net of dummies and holy bibles. Three men in white coats have just walked in. they seem to be some form of sheep. They are now all various colors. There are no windows, just florescent lights and asbestos. Thick glass prevents me from leaving but I can see just fine. They're arguing a case of animal rights. The facts are new but monkeys are still being called to testify. You can hear him while he sleeps at night. Screaming in silent terror. Maybe someday I'll remember, but I can still play the triangle like a pro.
Buy More
the scent of metal assaults my nasal passages. Pesticides aren't good for ears. Moths needs light to survive there. The bubbles forming on your skin can produce what your baby wants most - vitamin E. A plastic type. Well lit battleships line the streets, a country preparing for war, knowing they'll never see the front lines. As the story goes, the Pope is Jewish just like the chairman of Dodge. The wood seems all too real, it's sure to be illegal. They don't stand for that type of material here. 100% plastic is all around us. Except for this wood. The small prophet in the corner sets downs his cigarette and looks at me through thick blue spectacles. His expressionless face finally reveals why man is not capable of controlling himself. A primal urge to save face in a city of glass dispensers of low-grade alcohol. Ancient buildings rest peacefully in the shadows of a modern world. Would long hair really make a difference here? The trenches are full and bodies still litter the sidewalks. Break away glass covers the floor while more and more motorcycles pile a top my thigh. The eyes have no power to continue.
Orgasm
Pumped with silicon and ready to pop. Spreading the disease across the room. They thought the plague was gone and then they said they could pump it up even more. Sixty years down the road you'll see. When it all his the ground and you have to wear a super form of support just to be able to walk without dragging along getting rug burns from the dry desert dirt. Step back and look at the big picture. A silver screen lined with gelatin pouches. They all come out eventually, either inside of you or with a knife. Makes no difference. You knew when you started. So to all men living or dead, especially those with small phallic symbols, reconsider a world of elemental enhancements. These are big ideas we've come over. Take the initiative. And for all men who are controlled by their penises, all men, cut it off. Urinating may become a challenge but you'll value not having it in the long run. All that can come from it is illness and children - the highest form of insanity. Now only if you can eliminate the orgasm completely. The human race would cease to exist as we know if. Instead we'd have breeding farm. Lessen the burden to only a few. this is the true way to progress beyond the dark times in which we live, nothing else.
Alien Conspiracy Theory
Nature will inevitably change into a form of mass indistinguishable from what we know today. Mounds of dirt exposed by the burrowing of subterranean life surround me. A terrarium of glass houses us and protects us from the death of a star. Are all of these people ignorant to this truth? Can this all be for real? Or am I the only holder of this knowledge? Buzzing cars only deplete this wonder of its power. Dogs and humans alike glide across asphalt in futile attempts to remove the pains of middle-class life. We are no longer in control here. We are propped on a string by a helpless joker trying to complete the circle of life. It all ends now. A weather torn table stands atop an island of cement while ducks float on what should be ponds of ice. Old growth or new can it make a man sour? A Mexican on a bike couldn't tell me the answer, so why is he here? Piles of dirt coated in the illusion of life, no one knowing that under the surface is what you put to the curb last time the truck came around. Mechanical life will one day replace what is all around us. Trees with government funded eyes. Grass with CIA infiltrated ears. It all starts here. It all ends in a tower amidst a world of self destruction. Fallen as the atomic bomb shows its true colors.
Taunting Diety
Making overwhelming attempts to find the beauty in situations of rage has left me decimated. Walking on eggshells will end soon enough. Change begets change; I know this and make attempts to embrace reality while still desperately clinging to the past. Society is always going to be like this. Different people, same issues. So does this mean we should just jump off a building and plummet to an unavoidable afterlife? Do they expect me to continue? My feet have begun to bleed, it must stop. Death comes from a so called joy. Joining of two lives at the expense of another. Break these bonds only to be shackled again, tighter. Worn out. I lay silently. Darkness encases me as the sound moves above. Now I must construct a plan to get rid of myself before suicide is the only exit. Breathing has become an unimaginable chore. Every motion moving me closer to death and I move on. If I just run it will follow but will that stop me? Burial at sea. Dancing alone. Giving it all for nothing in return. Can this really make me stronger or is God laughing at me?
U 10
I feel like I'm carring the weight of the world in my eyes. Communication is the dilemma to human existence. Society has convinced itself that since we have the ability to speak we are thus able to communicate. But throughout my life I've found this to be false. Speech doesn't help with communication, but make it all the more difficult and confusing. It won't be until we all shut up, that we can finally get a chance to hear what everyone is saying.
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