I think therefore I am

Do you ever get the feeling that the world would be better off if you just went back to bed? My pale and purple is breath is stepping down is pessimism, or being yanked around by the universe, is a pillar of salt. We could always see the sharpest definition of trees and sound waves. The sky is not blue, it is negative space; the universe is an invention, what have we seen, really? What is it to promise someone you will live?


We intimately knew the same aloneness and the same drowning months. After a while we stopped thinking about it, or at least stopped talking about it with each other. History was numb. We tried very hard at living.



-M