i found myself staring
at the bottom
of my cheerio bowl
didn't learn a thing
never learn, you mean
weakness turns my point
to hypocrisy
i love the light
with the one
small
exception.
it lies in the stuffing
i use to fill me.
depth and persuasion
mental discrimination
i'm caught in the very middle
of the nothing.
eager longing
for a body blanket
pure notions
the only want
worth keeping.
the one thing
not provided.
stuck with the millions
you won't see me.
choose her taste
over the unconscious.
choose her mind
they love it so.
white screen
is still white
it blinds my eyes.
still can't decide
where the right
went wrong.
my foolish beginning.
enough of the trivia.
tell me something wise.
change me until i change myself.
let's walk some more.
Author notes
sometimes i hate the way i write.
sometimes, i write to keep down my hatred of the way i write. that way i'm actually feeling something.
and sometimes, i think about other trivial things. like overdosing. or jumping off cliffs, or bridges.
but hey! that's for another day!
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