I am fitting into the crowd.
(or maybe i always was)
becoming more boring, more bourgeois.
every new possession only leads me
onto a child-like hunger
What can be done?
My pants are ripping and it makes me want to rip out my skull.
My computer is dying and it makes me want to take a pill and sleep for days.
Who is this person I am
I couldn't name a favorite color
or a favorite song,
but I could name a favorite soda to buy at the vending machine
or station to turn to on the television.
I've lost my desire to write or think.
I just want to go to bed.
(sleep for four hours)
Driving towards the same thing everyday.
Driving towards nothing.
The world is filled with suffering
and such is my existence in it.
Do you hear me?
I would rather look at a picture of a cat
than understand a math equation.