From the inside out, these are my layers: bad, good, bad, good and now- new - bad again. They attach beneath my skin, nested one inside the other like Matryoshka dolls, anchored with a pin through each skull at the top. They ring like a bell, scream and peal, complain, when layers and outsides clash. Beneath the layers, there is nothing: unbounded emptiness like the equation of the universe inverted so that one equals zero.
Friday, July 6, 2012
ah. i was really angry.
now? i'm just tired. should i go back? if i don't, where else can i go? if i do, what does that say about me?
how long can i keep running? and how much more can i take? i'm so tired. i want to just give up.
what can i do? who can help me but myself? how long can i survive like this? survive what?
am i ready to face reality again?
Arghghghghhhhhhhhhhhhh............
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