My world is a mirror
\nshattered through with cracks
\npressed together just right
\nthere are no lines
\nthe reflection is perfect <\/p>\n
They have begun to grind
\nthese shards
\npress against each other
\nand gap apart
\nthe noise sounds like
\nmy teeth pressed too hard together <\/p>\n
I no longer can tell
\nwhich is important
\nwhich is trivial
\neverything seems to loom
\nwith importance
\nand fall to the floor
\nwith triviality <\/p>\n
I can brush it away with the back of my hand
\nat the same time I am crushed with its magnitude
\nEvery decision weighs on my shoulders,
\nyet doesn’t matter for shit <\/p>\n
The duality tears me apart
\nlaughable, I could lay back and read a book
\nso urgent that it must be dealt with this instant
\nThe decision to decide or not has me pulling out my hair <\/p>\n
I need to let go soon
\nI need to let go of what I grip so tightly
\nI need to let go or I will go mad
\nI need to let go or I will go sane
\nI need to let go.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My world is a mirror shattered through with cracks pressed together just right there are no lines the reflection is perfect They have begun to grind these shards press against each other and gap apart the noise sounds like my … Continue reading