You know that buzz silence has? You know how that chorus of nothing seems to multiply when you’ve come up woefully inadequate, again?
It wasn’t so bad when it was just the Professor scratching the chalk-board, now it’s the whole class, out of their seats…handing in their papers before waddling up right next to her to paw at that fucking blackboard. Scratching out, “Are you done yet? We are, why aren’t you?!” All the while I’m sitting here, just trying to recall these mechanisms so I don’t fail.
I never cared how long you’d been gone, as long as you came back. Just; tell me when and I’ll leave the bolt unlatched.
When it’s quiet, well, that’s when it’s prudent to worry. It’s easy to lose oneself to the silence, that cascading cadence that manages a roar louder than any heart could take. No mind won’t break, when faced with the Nothing.
Must be freeing to know, that when you destroy the last thing worth chasing, you’ll have nowhere to go. Nowhere to be, alone, so you can fly to the only place you see, and conquer your world.
A: Why are all these stories so sad?!
Blue: There are two overarching classifications of narrative; comedies and tragedies. I find one of those to be un-apologetically boring. Satire’s alright…I guess.
PS: I do realize how meta this is.
I like ambiguity, it leaves the doors open.
Hate…Hate is the dread reflection of ignorance, the consequence of an uninformed agony; A plague upon the soul. Fight back against it, always.
I’m trying to find that place inside myself, that thing, that makes me feel like what I’m doing matters. That’s the thing that burns away the pain.
If Love is insane, I guess that means we are too.
Then again, sanity never gave me a clue.
Me on the anti-homeless spikes being implemented in certain cities:
Why can’t we try,
When children cry,
For a parent who loves them more than dope,
and snorting coke.
How can we lie,
to the families of those who’ve died,
fighting a war they didn’t believe in.
You don’t know where a person came from, you don’t know if it’s their fault, so give them the benefit of the doubt, instead of pretending you’re devout. A homeless person could be a student, a parent, a veteran, or even you. People treat them like they aren’t people, and that’s sick. Sometimes life isn’t fair, so it’s rough when the people with the power to change that deny the issue.