The direction of work
Is:
Up
Wasted time is relative
Just like any other time
I have nothing to be proud of and
I don't care if I'm wrong
Feelings
Don't
Care
The direction of achieve
Is:
Out
Every time I think about it
To go
Do go
Achieve go
Goal go
Dream go
Destiny I
Remember
There's those who is
And those who ain't
Those who don't and can't
The people who I won't change
Can't do shit for them
What can I do for myself? What's worth it?
Another frozen pizza for dinner?
A dinner for one, who's to disappoint?
To dine or not to die?
Over and over again
Just like art and purpose and everything
Is it still an experience if you can't share it?
Still a journey within the apocrypha of life
To live it alone?
If a tree falls and nobody cares?
Life
Is part of what doesn't kill me
Am I still
Stronger?
The direction of living
Is:
Over
I do see
What I have
And what I can
Space is a lonely place and I suspect
That we are all permanently incorporeal shells
Incapable of "being together" in any more real a way
Than when 5 o'clock turns to 5 0 1
If this delusion is any colder or warmer
What's the difference?
Except for in
What I can leave behind
In this shell of a world
With hurt with betrayal with abandonment with disappointment with control
To understand how little it really means to be
Understood
All I can do for you is to show you
And for that let me shatter
Because that's the price of it
I need to feel it
April, 2024 (edited since)