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23 November 2016 @ 03:33 pm
I'm the third transparent copy of my ersatz life.
Each copy deliquisced little by little, fading into itself, a non-violent implosion; torn along the fold lines where weary life has expanded and contracted.
I am weakening; my intelligence waning day by day.
When numbness comes, it is welcome; anything except uttermost affectivity.
I am no longer able to fight for the things I want or need. There are not enough fragments dangling from my cognizant self.
There is no end to this, there is no better, there is no option. There is only endless ennui.
Current Mood: ambivalent
Current Music: Sia - Elastic Heart
PolyDadpolydad on November 24th, 2016 01:57 am (UTC)
That's the most eloquent version of "Life sucks" I think I've ever read.

Regretfully, I'm not close enough to offer a real cup of tea and accompanying pastry, and I've always found the virtual ones lacking in flavor.


(Anonymous) on November 24th, 2016 04:59 pm (UTC)
Thank You !!!
Whenever I find myself in the States, I shall make sure to drop by for a one-on-one conversation.