Apr 2012
I feel like nothing. something wanting to want anything. failing to find meaning. Diving deep inside my being with nothing to be seen.
A switch with no on button. A battery one-sided confiding within. Coal with no need for diamonds. A clam spitting out sand and diving. A bull running away from red. And a mule who hates other mules.
A pebble dropped in my puddle.
A well is all dried and set aflame with dead leaves. A flower for a fire and a cold flame buried by a ghost. hopes for the past in a meaningless circle digging deeper with each motion.
The pebble sank and met another pebble at the bottom where they ground each other into non-existence.
You have involuntarily decided my fate. it's okay. Nothing is a team effort. We win alone and die alone. A nothing. Aspiring nothingness. Nearly impossible. Not even plausible. I desire myself. And the things that I love are always hurt.
A switch with no on button. A battery one-sided confiding within. Coal with no need for diamonds. A clam spitting out sand and diving. A bull running away from red. And a mule who hates other mules.
A pebble dropped in my puddle.
A well is all dried and set aflame with dead leaves. A flower for a fire and a cold flame buried by a ghost. hopes for the past in a meaningless circle digging deeper with each motion.
The pebble sank and met another pebble at the bottom where they ground each other into non-existence.
You have involuntarily decided my fate. it's okay. Nothing is a team effort. We win alone and die alone. A nothing. Aspiring nothingness. Nearly impossible. Not even plausible. I desire myself. And the things that I love are always hurt.
