When you told me you weren’t sure
you wanted to be here anymore
I was not shocked. I understood because
I spat you out of my mouth like
the rarest, finest diamond,
everything I had to give,
hoping it was enough but still
by the end of your creation
I didn’t want to let go. I wasn’t sure
the world could ever deserve you.
Now I’m sure it doesn’t.
But here we are, soft fragile things
surrounded by poison anger & delusion.
Time is short & the world, though vast
& wondrous, is not overall very kind.
I wish I could tell you otherwise.
Life is a bittersweet decaying betraying
decline into something or nothing.
Nobody knows & one can only hope.
Maybe that’s the reason
to squeeze everything you can out of it.
We are glorified apes who took our ascent
into free will & self-consciousness
& turned it into a self-targeting missile launch.
What else can I say?
Try to enjoy the fireworks while they last?
Dreadful Ideas 