Slashing simplicity
Drips red from my joy-filled aquarium
The stench of equilibrium
How you annihilate my lazy-susan existence
Piercing note glass breaker:
I am, most solidly planted
Tree root
Moot point
My immaculately conceived reality
A princess-cut ice cube of glory
Bobbing in the one stiff drink away from
Nobody
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Quarter Life Crisis
Silence. Nothing. A stiff breeze of apathy hits me in the face, and yet I am still here; thinking.
A year out of school (sort of) and that "voice from the heavens" that I was so longing for to come and echo all the truths about my future and what the "right thing" to do is, offers me nothing but placid, eerie silence.
But, "NO!" occasionally my brain will cry, "I am an artist!" But how happily does my body tacitly fall into its peaceable Netflix kingdom.
I matter.
I matter.
Tantalizing words on a string dangle before my eyes. I grapple in the dark, gazing at the overwhelming possibility within the nameless void. Yet somehow, I take comfort in knowing this void is mine. Maybe I will reach out today. Perhaps I'll live a vacuum life. Don't you just want to swim in the sheer power of it?
A year out of school (sort of) and that "voice from the heavens" that I was so longing for to come and echo all the truths about my future and what the "right thing" to do is, offers me nothing but placid, eerie silence.
But, "NO!" occasionally my brain will cry, "I am an artist!" But how happily does my body tacitly fall into its peaceable Netflix kingdom.
I matter.
I matter.
Tantalizing words on a string dangle before my eyes. I grapple in the dark, gazing at the overwhelming possibility within the nameless void. Yet somehow, I take comfort in knowing this void is mine. Maybe I will reach out today. Perhaps I'll live a vacuum life. Don't you just want to swim in the sheer power of it?
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)