Sunday, February 1, 2009

in a place

i live in a place where
trees are allowed to
grow only in the spaces between
wires, where it’s ok to have a severe case of
ennui, even if you are not French
where people make bad decisions at 3am
in a place where taking a piss seems like a
surreal existential experience
where as soon as everything starts going
well, you suddenly feel the need to
push the self destruct button
i live in a place where all i want
is a warm body next to me just to
feel the same blood flowing through the same
veins with the same feeling of inadequacy
in a place where we stare at plant's
reproductive systems and coo
where we need to justify reasons for an
animals existence by asking
why should we care about them?

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