Undie

“I die once in a while, I die from anguish, agony of something I no longer know what is… there is still pain and sadness in all of this, I know them, and they know me, and they are still there, and still here. I get killed and I kill myself every time either during the night or day, and I come back… I come back different from the light or the dark. No way of knowing me again, of knowing why this is still here, and why it makes me hug death once in a while. In a while I will die, again and again it will kill me and revive me again, don’t get me wrong, I like life as much as the next guy or gal. And this ritual has become my flesh. A practice that turned into shelf of self… and a fish with no shell is prey for the sharks… I am a fish that dies and becomes a shark from shark to mouse or slug. Dying over and over again…. I can die, and I keep dying suffering and bleeding my soul, put back together this soul automatically, its natures is as this, an always growing dead-and-born-again meat bag.“I die once in a while, I die from anguish, agony of something I no longer know what is… there is still pain and sadness in all of this, I know them, and they know me, and they are still there, and still here. I get killed and I kill myself every time either during the night or day, and I come back… I come back different from the light or the dark. No way of knowing me again, of knowing why this is still here, and why it makes me hug death once in a while. In a while I will die, again and again it will kill me and revive me again, don’t get me wrong, I like life as much as the next guy or gal. And this ritual has become my flesh. A practice that turned into shelf of self… and a fish with no shell is prey for the sharks… I am a fish that dies and becomes a shark from shark to mouse or slug. Dying over and over again…. I can die, and I keep dying suffering and bleeding my soul, put back together this soul automatically, its natures is as this, an always growing dead-and-born-again meat bag.

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