there really is no necessity to go on living. don't treat it like a duty, treat it as a gift. and don't for a minute think you have to take it seriously.      the point is, if you really want to check out of this experience,            

                                       you can.                    

                                        








                          
                                                      you just don't have to.
softcomponent Jun 18
Twisting my own arms backwards,

heaving myself to the pavement

to let it all go,

let it all out

and become a

self-same sense of

sensation as sensation,

just so I can be

happy with all these

thoughts, at the very least;

it's all I'm ever

asking for.


It's all any of us

are ever

really

asking for.
*dedicated to no one, because it's still 'someone' too.*

Written Monday, June 11th, 2018 at Fonyo / Dallas Beach,
Victoria, BC, Canada, around 6:30 pm.
softcomponent Jun 18
it feels like
I can be nothing
more than a
recurring burden
to others.

They all say,
"Get well soon,
friend; let's get
you back on
your feet,"

but my mind
keeps whispering

"It's all too
much, & it's
all too late.


*You might
as well
get
gone
for
good."
"Hang me, oh hang me, & I'll be dead & gone,
wouldn't mind the hanging, been
layin' in the grave so long,
poor boy, I've been
all around this world."

Written Monday, June 11th, 2018,
at Fonyo / Dallas Beach, Victoria, BC,
Canada, around 6 PM.
softcomponent Jun 18
Three people
stand upon
a peninsular
rock revealed
overnight from
beneath the
rolling waves
looking out
towards
Port Angeles,
each absorbed
in their smart
-phone, save

for rotating


photo opportunities



with the entire



           planet


                              itself.
Written Monday, June 11th, 2018 at Fonyo / Dallas Beach,
Victoria, BC, Canada
around 5:53 PM.
softcomponent Jun 18
Both my inner

& outer companions

cannot accompany me

any further.



Each have their

own lives

to live.
Written Monday, June 11th, 2018
at Fonyo / Dallas Beach, Victoria,
BC, Canada around 5:45 PM.
softcomponent May 31
Strange artists;

even we wish

to marry the

sentiment. Marry

the "factual"

C.R.E.A.M

or "CASH

RULES EVERY

-THING AROUND

ME."


But if it truly

rules over us,

which, in fact,

it does,

then let's call

its neurotically

quantified

condescension

for

what it is:

"The Divine Right

of Kings."



And we already

beat the living

legitimately-validated

****

out of that narrative

a long, long while

ago.


"Hello? Are you

human & have

you been listening

for the past

100,000 years?"



Rhetorical

question.

Yes,

you have.
Written Monday, May 20th, 2018 between 5:10 & 5:16 PM in Sunset Park, neighborhood of Wildwood, Powell River, BC, Canada.
softcomponent May 19
Tell me of the mystified Isle's,

the dampening subheader

splotching itself upon

a concrete rug

that calls itself

"AMAZING.

SO PATHED, SO SMOOTH, SO GRANITE,

GRANDEUR, AND GRENADE-THROWN

   A      M     A    Z     I     N    G   G   G  G."
Written Saturday, May 19th, 2018 at midnight to 12:30 AM in Cawston, BC, Canada.
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