I will be here and in my death I won’t be there I’ll be the ashes in the airand not a soul left behind because I am nothing but this body you seeburning of this flesh the ashes swarming I’ll be everywhereand nowhere because I’ll be nothing as the wind gathers me whipping me aboutmyContinue reading “Nothing but this body.”
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Unique, the experience of life.
I have a difficult time being ok with it with most of it I wake up because I’m alive I’d rather stay asleep although to stop dreaming is incomprehensible to my brain how could I not exist I wouldn’t knowthe brain would stop and it would all stop? It’s that ideathat theory that beliefthat whenContinue reading “Unique, the experience of life.”
There is no point.
There is no point there are only lines off in all directions you an step a foot offand keep on walking never hitting a point in which an answer is given that’ll explain all thisthe reason for your thoughts the reason that it all existsit just doescould that be and there is no point it’llContinue reading “There is no point.”
I want to know life.
I want to know it I want to understand it I want to explain itI want to know lifeand I want to know death not the interpretation of it not the idea not in theory I want to know itto understand it to have a tangible thought not a billion of wordsthat make up theoriesContinue reading “I want to know life.”
You feel pain right nowyou feel uncertainty you feel exhausted as if the serpent itselfhas lifted its head out of the drainslipping within the holes of you wrapping its body amongst that pink squishy part of youleaving only the wordsquit, submitbut wait what if you do and what if you’re wrong what if there isContinue reading “Don’t quit”
Nothing is never happening
What if there is no real rest in death? What if deathis one long day that never ends? The sun is up burning down upon you your eyes are bloodshot and stung after the eyelids were removedbecause those are for resting useless here in deaththe eternal light that never ends. The light goes on andContinue reading “Nothing is never happening”
I can’t leave the tape.
All this death murder, bullshitand nothing ever changes it just gets covered over slightly altered we just tape up the losses word it differently place more lawsjustifying our differences and the only thing different are the outer appearances. All this death all this hateall this loveamounts to nothing because we just keep taping it uptheContinue reading “I can’t leave the tape.”
That parasitic thing.
I don’t believe if I die tomorrowI’ll go somewhere elsethis person I am will be no longerunable to thinkunable to bejust gone. Let’s say there is a souland I believe youeven if I don’t I’ll say I doand even then I’d still believe I will go nowhere. That parasitic thingit’ll detach from my bodyseparating toContinue reading “That parasitic thing.”
Waiting to collect the thoughts.
Eyes gazed upmouth openedtongue outwaiting to collect the thoughtsas if the answers will slip within me finding their way in as if my brain could comprehend all of it. Even if the rain dropsheld the answerswould my brain be able to decipherbefore the acidate the thoughts away? Can we comprehendwhat happens after deathis it aContinue reading “Waiting to collect the thoughts.”
I think of nothing.
When I’m in the quiet and my thoughts are left alone to think that’s when the thought of death creeps in and the idea of nothing terrifies me confuses me. I think of nothing closing my eyes and even then I can seeimages my brain projectsmemories I’ve rememberedideas I create pictures that play I can’tContinue reading “I think of nothing.”