"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Saturday, September 18, 2010

this cannot get any worse.
don't tell me this is less-than.
when its all i see, all i hear, all i think, all i smell
every molecule of my being is engulfed in this.
and you're telling me no?
i can't get worse. that's supposed
to be reassuring, "it can only get better/look on the bright side"
it can only get better, but when? what bright side?
yes i'm still alive
yes i've got my limbs and fingers and face
but when this is the only problem in my life
why can't i fixate with a microscope?
fuck your rationalizations
fuck getting better
this is all i am and all i have been for a while now
you're too tra-la-la to see that
how the hell is that my fault?

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