The perpendicularity of numbers and the washing of rice
If I were a snowflake where would I fall?
It’s like totally fulfilled and totally unfulfilled at the same time
It’s like croutons on Raisin Bran it make no sense that’s too much fiber
It’s like saving the last dance for the one who will never show up, it’s pointless
It’s like sharpening a pencil that already sharp, it’s wasted
It’s like finding the crayon after finishing the whole picture after looking for soo sooo long, it’s just a big fucking heartbreak
How do you kill my heart?
One bullet at a time baby.
At this point in my mind there is a man asking me for substance
At this point in my mind there is a woman screaming for the truth
A this point in my mind there is a whole religion forming
At this point in my mind
Life is unnecessary
At the point of a bullet not yet fired in a gun not yet made mama
At this point in my mind there is a sliver of hope, that my young parts cling to for dear life
At this point I find that sliver and name it, and give it a voice and a purpose but I’ve forgotten my own
At this point I give in and quit
And at the same time release the pain of the past
And start a new life full of hope and reason
At this point in my life I dismantle the gun and smelt it down to a heart shaped monument to the truth
To beauty
To hope
To hopeful reality
At this point a breath
And the agony of fear
That I might slip again and lose it all
To the sniper
At this point
In my life.
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