People are blissfully unaware while at the same time
completely aware of the nothingness their lives have
amounted to.
I haven't been able to figure out if that is beautiful
or just nothing special at all.
You see, we have all these quotes about life
and love and loving life.
But none of them actually help us in any way.
I'm still here typing away.
The goth is probably still cutting.
The **** is getting ready for his next game.
And the forgotten soul is contemplating suicide.
Nothing changes me, you or the next guy.
So why am I writing?
What purpose does these words serve?
Seems like they are all just whistling winds through hollow heads.
or maybe it's more...
Could it be that these words are the last string holding them together?
Maybe we have it wrong.
These inspirational quotes are not there to salvage us.
They are there to keep the forgotten soul from diving to his death.
For the goth to remove the blade
For me and you to hold on to something long enough
so that we too don't find a more permanent solution
to the nothingness we call life.

Watching more attentively than ever.
Sudden yet predicted change,
every second daunting.
What comes next is known
yet unknown,
clear
yet obscure.
As the hand spins
the vision blurs.
What comes next?
Another unprocessed thought?
Another tick in time?
Drawing so close you can hear it whisper,
feel it's swift hand,
taste it bitter.
Time goes on without a stutter
and here we are acting like we control it.