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27.2.06
to anyone
to anything
to any little tiny piece of existence in the world, including that which is inanimate, wood-coloured, made from glass a series of lenses, white fabric, red plastic objects, blue plastic objects, white walls, laminate flooring.
if only i could get it in to my head that i dont matter to anyone.
maybe i would stop staying at home torturing myself with things so predictably depressing, maybe i would stop printing out everything i've ever written and pasting it on my walls, maybe i would stop trying to contort my body into shapes in the floor after seconds grabbling with my spatial awareness figuring out which way to push to move me upwards in a kama sutra esque stretch of my hips and skin, maybe i would stop collapsing in tears.
if only i could stop thinking about myself as important. to anything.
then maybe i'd stop inventing predicaments to make myself the centre of imaginary attention.
if only i could know. know through and through, the truth. if only i could accept i mean fuck all to absolutely everything
it'd all be okay.
whispered by killa b at 11:24 AM |
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