You can be yourself
Or be what people will accept as yourself.
They are different,
But there is a ven diagram.
And I find myself in the overlap
more often than I want.
I am pushing in the right direction though.
Bro you gotta stop
Constantly writing haikus.
You're scaring the hos.
You'll always have better reasons than me.
Always have the harder time.
And you'll always mean it.
We both know it.
I don't blame you.
But I can't keep doing this.
Because easier can still be hard.
Especially if no one's got it harder than you.
A six word horror story.
I should sleep
A little longer.
Cars scream in an ancient unnatural tongue.
A single forbidden letter repeated for Infinity.
Our human mouths cannot hope to replicate.
Our human minds unable to fully comprehend.
Why don't I have what others have?
Why do I want?
Why cant I stop myself from want?
When am I gonna be good for myself?
I need a strong queer
Not to lift me
But to lift my spirits.
...
(And also lift me)
What doesnt kill me
Does Not make me stronger.
I will die
Before I am grateful
For everyone who has wronged me
And every tragedy I could not stop.
But also
I will die
No matter what.
So I refuse to
Let any of it stop me
In the meantime.
So many stories
Of unbound freedom,
Infinite exploration,
True fulfillment of the heroe's dream,
That we must Consume
In order to see.
The truth of a simpler world,
Packaged and sold
As impossible escapism,
To convince us that is all it can ever be.
I think I'm feeling better.
I wish knowing I would.
Telling myself I could.
Knowing for a fact I will.
Ever helped.
But the cycle continues.
I dont want to escape.
But I just need to remember
That I can feel okay
Even if I'm not.
I just.
Fucking.
Hope you lost.
ONE.
Single night of sleep.
For your own sake.
If you truly.
TRULY.
thought nothing of it?
Dont.
You.
DARE.
Let me find out.
Where is the line
Between help and harm?
Dedication, obsession?
Selflessness, sacrifice?
Perhaps it depends
On the other.
But what if neither knows?
Imagine
Stepping outside.
And KNOWING.
There is Nothing tethering you.
Even if you choose to stay
It is the Choice that warms you.
This is a world that could be,
But not the world that is.
And it is not your own fault...
But nor is it No One's.
They have names.
And ears to hear
Our cries of hope and rage.
They are stuffed deaf
With blood and money.
LOUDER.
Forgiveness is easy,
What's past is past.
But what of the future?
You cant forgive the future
No matter how hard you try.
You dont have to think
The game is fair
So long as they've convinced you
You can still win.
So long as they've convinced you
They deserved to lose
So long as they've convinced you
Nothings getting worse
So long as they've convinced you
They have everything under control
So long.
Pure as the intent may be,
If art is simply a means to an end
Then what is art?
A middleman?
A roadblock?
Of course not.
It is creation.
It IS the thing.
Neverending.
Find intent there instead.
Giovanna D. Mattucci