I want to understand.And I want to not care.
I want to know,
But I also want to not have to.
I'm like a fucking Starburst candy;
I'm a fucking contradiction.
I use "I" too much.
There is too much "me" in my life.
Sometimes I need to just get away from me for a while.
In all of existence what is the significance of an individual young white male?
In all of creation there has to be more adequate ways of taking in beauty,
Than simply looking inwards, to reflections and personal affectations.
How in the hell does one truly start the journey to self denunciation?
1 comment:
this one wasn't my favorite. it lacked poetry as you usually write it.
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