in my dream last night
my favorite poet
Sam Pink
wrote a list of reasons
why I ****
and why
he hates me
reading it
was probably the coolest thing
that's happened to me
and it wasn't even real
I've been saying
my depression has been
getting better
but has it?
does it matter?
does anything matter?
(nope)
why do I care
about my emotional health
when everything
that occurs to me
has no value nor importance
the only impact
I will ever have
will be
to other people
other
mortal sacks of flesh
whose lives
are equally as meaningless
as my own
all of my words
and thoughts
and lack of emotion
exist for less than a nanosecond
in the entirety
of the universe
I'll just continue
distracting myself
from humanities
inevitable fragility
each human life
each of our
manifestations of consciousness
are as irrelevant
as a grain of sand-
tiny
bland
and irritating
together we form
a beach
the kind that nobody wants
to spend a day at
scattered with trash
and a pungent smell
bury your head in the sand
and ignore reality
write me a list of reasons
why my existence is pathetic
I will agree and nod along
everything that is in myself
is inside everyone else
death is inevitable
so get used to it
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
in my dream last night
my favorite poet
Sam Pink
wrote a list of reasons
why I ****
and why
he hates me
reading it
was probably the coolest thing
that's happened to me
and it wasn't even real
I've been saying
my depression has been
getting better
but has it?
does it matter?
does anything matter?
(nope)
why do I care
about my emotional health
when everything
that occurs to me
has no value nor importance
the only impact
I will ever have
will be
to other people
other
mortal sacks of flesh
whose lives
are equally as meaningless
as my own
all of my words
and thoughts
and lack of emotion
exist for less than a nanosecond
in the entirety
of the universe
I'll just continue
distracting myself
from humanities
inevitable fragility
each human life
each of our
manifestations of consciousness
are as irrelevant
as a grain of sand-
tiny
bland
and irritating
together we form
a beach
the kind that nobody wants
to spend a day at
scattered with trash
and a pungent smell
bury your head in the sand
and ignore reality
write me a list of reasons
why my existence is pathetic
I will agree and nod along
everything that is in myself
is inside everyone else
death is inevitable
so get used to it
why do people act like they are better than other people when we all end up dead anyways their bodies will rot and decompose just like mine and yours and everything else that lives