Anonymous said: I do not lead a terrible life. Yet I am ungrateful and do not see a valid pont anymore. It is dull here, and what I think I want is never the right thing for me. And if it is, I never take advantage, since my largest problem is laziness with underlying self-hatred. Days are muted as if behind a layer of glass, I'm just wading through the fog, hoping to stumble upon something, anything bright enough to keep me going.
I am waiting to live,
waiting to die.
There’s nothing to declare here,
just a waiting.
Each faces it alone." - Charles Bukowski, from So Now?
Say something, anything.
Just don’t stand there like a solid absence.
There are so many words that dream of
a short, unbound, life with your voice.
Want the change. Be inspired by the flame
where everything shines as it disappears.
Is it safer to be gray and numb?
What turns hard becomes rigid
and is easily shattered.
Pour yourself like a fountain.
Flow into the knowledge that what you are seeking
finishes often at the start, and, with ending, begins.
- Look, a butterfly. Did you make a wish?
- You don’t wish on butterflies.
- You do so. Did you make one?
- It doesn’t count." - Louise Glück, from The Butterfly