mrmuller

Well things are going shitty, as usual. I don't see it getting much better. So I thought I would share with you some poetry I wrote, in a new style I invented, called "Interpretive Inspired" poetry. Let me know what you think, or not, either way.

"Nothing, that's what's supporting me, nothing. I feel like everything has disappeared. It has all just dissipated and gone abroad. I would do anything, no matter how hard or dangerous, just for a short moment of joy and excitement; or to espape. I would escape to another world, better or worse, so long as I feel free and enjoy the journey. But as something can look so wonderful and fill you with adulation from far away, or in an unattached and disembodied state, that same thing can also turn out to make you feel sad and alone when you're in contact with, or faced with it. But I prepared myself to leave and get away so long ago, the world has taken away my ability to do so. All it said to me was that I should just be satisfied and pleased with this blemish and disgrace of a life that I'm in, this nothing of a world that supports me, where everything is defunct and gone. This is where I'm plagued by a man that I call 'myself', and all I yearn for is to change who I am, so I can be someone else."