I watch each of them eat i watch each of them drink i watch them all sink i watch them sleep away while walking,
zombie, with the same placid easy expression ornamenting their face, handing chandelier face paint
a sconce on a wall i am or in a chair as they ensconce themselves into another job another school another group
talk, about, important ****! like a book a clothes piece a hair dye clouds universe opening wide
revealing a void of absence this makes me not closed no closure
i want all their minds to be present, i want
a few people, around me.
they're stumbling off a plank of, mind, intellectual existence into
an ocean of jobs cars new ethics and things they wont get. i'm trying to jump out of a swimming pool of truth,
out of, existence.
I was sitting outside the library while I was in my last semester of college, severely depressed, and I was thinking about how much I wish i meant a little bit to every person that walked by. i probably did. because to them im sure i looked silly by the way i was dressed and was awkward.