Thought: This is going to hurt me at the end but
I’m going to do it anyway- and so I could stop looking
I’m going to do it anyway- and so I could stop looking
outside to place blame. With a rock in each hand,
I began beating them together repeatedly, saying-
“This is how they discovered fire. This is how the world
really began as a place for us to thrive and develop all the
cultures, incredible scientific and technological advances,
the great movements within the circles of art and literature,
and music, and the stock market, and the world we know."
It fascinates me. The place that Something so suddenly
exists where previouslythere was Nothing. All as the result
of friction. I like how when you take two things that aren't
meant to fit together is the only way it works.
Now, let’s smash our hearts together, or grab onto the other's
hand, but with vehemence, thinking of that rock, to see
if we, too, have the inspiration and spirit to change the tide-
o there is never a cessation of creativity or innovation,
be it scientific pr medical, linguistic and literate,
mathematical or technological, and perhaps, even cultural.
So much has yet to be discovered and all I’ll never learn it.
I often wonder whether I will have the chance to witness
advances made by their innovators in years to come, and
that people in the years to come will also take for granted
finite and eventually arcane ways of doing things, because
after all ,we spend most of our lives working in the same way.
Maybe from this distance, it appears that what those people
in future generations will discover and innovate will seem
small compared to what you once have done. It’s not.
They are the same hard workers, within different parameters.
Self-destruction is easy and it is boring eventually.
You could easily kill yourself right now, or you could
do it sitting right in this one place.
I dare you to bite down on your own heart and look brave.
Repeat- I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak- whilst quietly
Feeling surer that you are strong and courageous enough
to chew up your heart and choke yourself. I mean,
It’s not like it’s anything the world doesn’t do to us anyway,
Whatever- I might get some semblance of a poem out of this.