I know the feeling.
I do.
You're solid.
A brick wall (made entirely of cracks).
Unite all (for one breath).
Trailing,
Trying to learn:
But not keeping up.
Invincible Still.
Oh god.
The manipulation.
How can she do it?
How could I do it?
Whimpering at searing flesh,
The scents of the summer:
Beer and Sweat and Spit and Sex.
What a wish--
Whata dream.
Raze what you have sown,
Walk into the sunset with the inferno blazing behind you.
Body blackened with ash (finally as dirty as you feel),
Peeling like a layer of skin.
Inhaling grit,
adding character.
Coughing,
laughing,
Crying.
Your Triumphant Exit...
Minus the fanfare.
Life,
Life SHOULD NOT BE
like this.
Hard and Shiny,
While you are
Dull and Dim.
Sour Grapes.
This is Bullshit.
Now do something about it.