"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Monday, July 23, 2012

I Am...


I am the ruiner of everything
I am a mirage of happiness
I no longer know what to do
I feel the world closing in like a vice on my body
It is true as she told me: “Anyone who really knows you will hate you.”
If I don’t escape I will die
I am already dying a slow defeated death
Each breath an effort
I close my eyes and see death
I open them and only think of closing them again
I am tarnished and tainted
I am alone
Like she said, "You are too needy, too moody, I never wanted you..."
Cast overboard and no longer needed
I am lost
On the sea of dereliction



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