Maybe I Am Beautiful" Days

“maybe I am beautiful" days

We argue with Ourselves

Political debates over living policy

Unsure of anything

Afraid of reality

Afraid of Our delusions

Can hardly tell what is real

Afraid which ever one We choose

Is going to kill Us all

- Andrew, We

Myself and I

I am sorry my love

How we cannot be together

Bound as we are

By these verses we have born.

Divided ever

By the width of this mirror.

How my heart would bleed

Were it allowed to cross on over

And there with you entwine again.

What pain I would not endure

Could it but grant me audience with thee.

My darling

My one true love

That all that I could ever long for,

You are everything

The utmost of my need and want.

But for a little while longer must we be parted

Till these eyes close

And there be found

Together

My love and hope.

- Myself and I

I did this

Deafening silence

- mine

Today I am stuck noticing the joke of life. Everyone is riled up and experiencing strong feelings about everything, and none of it actually matters. Being human is a game to keep us entertained. So we hate and we love and we rage and we sing, all to make the vast emptiness seem more like home.

-my thoughts today