If i had to describe what I feel...



I feel as though I just realized that I am the joke...
That the universe is a being of beings, telling a joke in it's mind...
And that, among the many other jokes it may be telling,

I am one in particular.
I make the universe laugh each time it tells my joke,
no matter how repetitive the joke may be...

And while the universe laughs, it's bellowing earthquakes shake me
Shattering me like glass...fast, I reform, back into one...though now,
I'm broken.


if I were a cloud, heavy with rain, I'd have no rain left to release.
i.
am.
tired...


but I don't get to stop. The crops do thank me, sometimes...


Crumbling inside, turning me into a decoration of beauty to display before so many nothings. My walls have made me into a snow globe of destruction, for this petty world to profit from,
no more.

They watch me, laughing with the universe...


It's funny...cause I'm alone. Get it?
The black sheep is alone.
As expected, to not be understood, but to always be the last picked,

I will never understand why a drunk man would ever tell someone not to drink...


because you think your poison will be the reason I sink?

I'm already in the hole, sharing my space with disgrace, misery loves company...

I am that company. Because I have a heart for others...
Maybe I am the problem.

Maybe I should take back my heart...

If I am going to be a joke, I refuse to be a bad one.
If I am going to be a black sheep, at least I will be seen.

And if I am going to be seen, I will be marveled...
After all, down here, you don't stop falling.