I shoved the absurdity into the woodpile The fire was crackling and raging Licking the bottom of the *** that is already worn Demons and ghosts and phantoms of people who went crazy are dancing inside Why are you moving it, how tiring! The cat in the room asked Why don't you join us, how stupid! Red ***** on the chopping board asked No, I said, no I used ridiculousness to pile firewood higher The fire will not go out in nine hundred and ninety-one days I'm going to use this fire to cook, bathe and change clothes
When reality is more absurd than even magical realism stories...
Weathering the desert storm pouring forth sand sharp as glass; skin torn and muscles cut by countless thorns, each one a mark left keeping score. A violently dehydrated form staggering in search of water’s shore emerges from the static- dry eyes sore, could have sworn... but it was just mirage, playing waves of warmth, dancing heat eating me like a carnivore, bleaching bones below the sun to their very core and yet I will walk until I can’t anymore; searching for what I adore, knowing Ive seen and felt relieved by rain before, towing my weight, dragging ever onward toward- though corpse and carrion I am, the pain I must ignore; each drop of sweat a loss I can’t afford.
Tears so subliminal that it quenches the scorching radiation of the sun, that it watereth the most dreary of deserts.. Tears taken from the very ocean of life, Ocean which is the event horizon of ships.. Ships whose propellers are naught but two elements, with the given names pleasure and fear.. Two elements driven the ship thither and whither but to the nigh end.. End which is determined yet not determined, an interim end which transient into phases..
Fragile, you say? And that may partly be true, but defenseless? I am not. Weak? Possibly— Scared? Definetely. Even so, my body will try— I will try— everything pushes so I could be alive, every single cell wants me alive, people that love me want me alive... I want to stay alive. So as you hammer at my shield and twist my thoughts cruely, just know that I am not defenseless— and I might give in, but not without a fighting chance.
I will try until the very last second because the only person wants this is you.
I read somewhere that your body tries to keep you alive until it aboslutely can’t do anything to save you, and that inspired me.