2/7/16

Once again playing with the structure of poetry, hence the lack of punctuation and capitalization.

what am i writing

i dont know

why am i writing

how should i know

 

for what end do i do anything

im not sure

will i ever know

 

probably not

 

the voices, the chorus of the world

is like a song

sung in foreign tongues

 

i cant understand it

and thats why its more beautiful

but ultimately pointless for me

 

the world

is a ball of glass

and im too heavy to stand on it

but here i am

 

it causes me anxiety