glovecompartment

"In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
who squatting upon the ground,
held his heart in his hands
and ate of it.
I said, "Is it good friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter
And because it is my heart."
-Stephen Crane

the first time i read this the setting i was was less then pleasant, i was depressed, alone, broke down, and like most times in situations like that you wonder what the hell is it all for should i continue on? is it worth it to keep on living same lame cliche shit im sure everyone has done. i like stuff like this i love the darker side of things in a sense we live in a world where all emotions are governed by a frame of reference. how can you truly say that your happy if you've never been sad, how can you say you've been found? if you've never been lost. i think that anymore love is like a dream, you never know when its going to happen but when it does you enjoy the shit out of it but all too soon its gone and your left stunned and neked alone. so then you roll around trying to get back to that zone that thought just to have one more taste of it one more glimpse... but isnt that fuckin selfish.. askin for a second chance.. should have done more with it while it was still there you dumbass haha.. i find the saddest times for me are the few hours before sleep and the time when i wake up.. mainly because i dream of "her" every night it never fails... i wonder if given the chance if i could dream forever would i take it? to have that second chance.. in essence its like the matrix its not really real but to me it is when im there haha strange tangent... back to the poem its like the creature is a man whose wasted down to nothing and his heart though bitter is at least his... and its real... and bitter is better than nothing

peace
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