on disentigration

Craving is a powerful thing.

Desire and need compress into this irreducible gap to lacking.

I sway to the pressure of societies rediculous standards.

and make choreography to the forms of others.

All these pictures and why isn't anyone looking?

All these faces and where is the applause?

Once a performer, always a performer...

The constant tearing down of life does not tear down the years.

time is the only thing that doesn't ever really decay and replenish.

I often sit and wonder about my discontent and wish to want nothing and have no disappointment.

Always, you can have so much and with an inkling of doubt there is unhappiness.

I'm ok with unhappiness, but happiness doesn't make sense.

coincidently i focus on what doesn't make sense.

I want rapture, I've said this a hundred times.

I probably want peace more.

and with complications that are forever this or that

I guess theres something

to standing and walking anyway

without conscience