what do i feel?
nearly everything,
everything all at once
weighing on my shoulders,
yes.
everything all at once.
i woke up happy,
saw that someone passed away,
so i cried.
i didn’t know her.
but i cried.
i saw her friends,
her lover,
all of them honoring her,
so i cried.
crying felt nice.
so i tried to write something
while andrew belle crooned a tune
and i couldn’t
i was so angry.
but not angry,
not really.
just exhausted.
this is me.
so i stared into a mirror
fifteen, maybe twenty minutes
someone should fuck me
remind me i’m human
remind me that i can connect
to other humans.
but am i pretty enough?
not so much, no.
will anyone love me?
i hope i love me.
so i cried.
again.
i listened to some sad songs.
felt guilty for being sad.
wished that i was art,
that my world was art,
and that my existence could be
art.
i feel empty,
but not hollow.
give me something to feel.
other than this.
i can’t make much out of this.
unfiltered thoughts pt. 1 |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)