I've yet to find
more comfort in life
than when I sit
by the river, alone,
headphones in,
blasting some obscure band,
drowning out the chaos
of the world
in three minute intervals
The bittersweet view
of the still water,
shopping carts acting
as sunken ships,
the captain obviously
denied the cliche
of destroying himself
he's nowhere to be found
Like me
Plastic bottles and grocery bags
floating aimlessly,
remains of something
once so satisfying,
now nothing more than
a potential act of homocide
I pray for the animal
or fish that makes the mistake
of giving in to curiosity,
more than likely,
*the cat will get
what's coming to em'*
It's still beautiful though,
despite my racing thoughts,
despite the decay,
both internally and externally,
it's still beautiful
Such is life, I suppose
The destruction of beauty,
the beauty of destruction
*Both, ever present,
eternal*,
and breathing
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC
I've yet to find
more comfort in life
than when I sit
by the river, alone,
headphones in,
blasting some obscure band,
drowning out the chaos
of the world
in three minute intervals
The bittersweet view
of the still water,
shopping carts acting
as sunken ships,
the captain obviously
denied the cliche
of destroying himself
he's nowhere to be found
Like me
Plastic bottles and grocery bags
floating aimlessly,
remains of something
once so satisfying,
now nothing more than
a potential act of homocide
I pray for the animal
or fish that makes the mistake
of giving in to curiosity,
more than likely,
*the cat will get
what's coming to em'*
It's still beautiful though,
despite my racing thoughts,
despite the decay,
both internally and externally,
it's still beautiful
Such is life, I suppose
The destruction of beauty,
the beauty of destruction
*Both, ever present,
eternal*,
and breathing
