Prophecy to Breakup
By Loving Asya on Thursday, 25 of June , 2009 at 1:10 am
Watched a dog take a dump, just outside my bedroom window. mutated, ugly, r e a l. i watched and puffed. watched and exhaled. watched and put everything on repeat.
Everywhere i go there were ashtrays in her room. It was comforting to know that each move i made is compensated. Each breath, each inhale, exhale, puff, no magic dragons here. Just plain old cancer sticks. They save me. They rape me, but i love them anyway.
So many things to love. so many things tragic, sad, cruel, like watching something die in your mind. Sudden, yet subtle, so is the pain. Pleasure, everything is blurred when your brain is on god mode. Even the most perfect tragedies.
I write in a notepad. I hate word. I write in a notepad. I hate precision. sometimes, a l l t h e t i m e. which is why i hit the pedals so hard, use up most of the gas. then i step on the brakes. sudden, yet subtle. like the pain. the pleasure. and everything else in between.
If you listen hard enough, you hear it. you hear the sound of n o t h i n g. and n o t h i n g becomes something else all together. it becomes e v e r y t h i n g, and your universe is turned upside down. N o t h i n g suddenly makes sense, which makes n o t h i n g sensible. meaningful. significant. and this sets things off balance.
I watched the world take a dump, just outside my bedroom window. mutated, ugly, r e a l. i watched and puffed. i watched and exhaled. i watched and put everything on repeat— the only thing i could ever do. w a t c h.
Because i never learn. and yeah, i smell a coming breakup again.
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