Here I Am
Drunk on internalizations,
Wanting the impossible,
Rejecting reality.
Here I am,
Drowning,
And not knowing how
To save myself;
Drowning,
And not caring
To save myself.
Pathetic, I know.
And no one hates me
More than me.
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- Angela's Ashes: A Memoir of a Childhood, Frank McCourt
- Of Mice and Men, John Steinbeck
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1 comment:
Oh and there you were,
Ingesting you’re lucid cocktail
Molotov, fire capped with sparkles,
Clasping, scratching, injecting,
a vision of superfluous rationality.
Oh and there you were,
Sinking,
Tepid streams becoming boiling,
Engulfing, almost very comforting,
Almost annoying,
Almost anything,
Almost stuck in-between being able to move and in fear of moving.
Oh and there you were,
Narcissistic by you’re hate,
But no one loves you,
More than you.
Oh, there you are,
Hello, apa macam …… a wave from a far.
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