I am so tired I can only focus on what is right in font of me
The huge problems can no longer even hold my attention
But even if I were interested
I can do nothing to alter the current manifestations of the same old shit
There is nothing new under the sun
Well there is Facebook and Twitter and and 24 hour news cycle that spikes anxiety on a mass scale now
Good thing there is 24 hour shopping and all manner of distraction now so that like crackheads we can move between anxiety and binge, anxiety and binge
But nothing is new
Just goes round and round faster
I am jumping off that ride
I don’t think that I am big enough for it anyway
Let the would be movers and shakers be moved and shaken by all of that
I’ve played that game and got the t-shirt, several in fact
But why in the hell did I do all of that for a f..ing t-shirt
I need to focus on something small, something less grand
Perhaps I can start with one thought
I can change one thought
I can do that
I can say yes when I mean yes and no when I mean no
And if I don’t have an answer I can say that too
I can do that
I can be faithful to my promise
I can do that
OK
If I can do those few things
That will change me
And if I am changed then, the world by definition is altered
At least in some small but real way
So if I change me I will change the world after all
Ashes – Grey and black fill the throat, choking off life.
Only barren, sterile, ache fills the chest.
The exquisite has abandoned me somewhere between pleasure and pain.
Now only numb, dull, persistent ache.
It is dumb, with no voice, no purpose.
Pain with no purpose is a cruel thing.
Exposed as foolish sears the flesh. It dries and clings to the bone.
Even the victims triumph over me. Yet even in all their droning they do not comprehend the wave that crashed over me. They are right, but only about themselves.
They articulate their pain and their pain demands justice, rightly so. But I am impotent. I have no healing to give. Only ashes.
Tears now, condensed like jelly. They fill the throat. They amass themselves behind the eyes, unable to exit the body. It burns and steals life from me.
Eyes once filled with joy now lifeless.
Bitterness permeates life. Not bitterness at life but the bitterness of life.
Nothing is sweet. Joy has abandoned me.
All good seems foul to me, or perhaps it is I who fouls the good.
Laughter of friends and family and loves long-held are no comfort. I cannot cling to them.