Even If It Is Known.

In between sobs, I asked why it had to be this way.

I asked how could anyone survive this,

Reach the end... sane.

I asked why all the solutions to this problem, seems to be only found in death.

I thought: how sadistic.

I didn't understand why I could not escape.

It scares me to think that I'd have to wait for the lion's passing.

I don't want that.

I don't want Death.

I am not about all of that.

But desperation drives me to extents my values forbid.

In selfishness and for gain.

I don't want to think about the future anymore.

Let me fly free, even if it is known that I will never reach the sky.

x

11/3/16

Blurred.

There are too many things I do not understand.

And too many of those things I probably cannot.

It is torturous, being confused.

It is like seeing, but only seeing blur figures.

Only making out rough shapes,

Only relying on what we know,

Only falling back on assumptions and more confusion.

Blobs of sheer mocking.

It could be or it could not.

Picking at the the flaws of your brain,

Pulling at the loose threads of your heart.

x

4/3/16