I’ve made a lot of observations about myself lately, and yet I feel like I’m more confused than ever. You ever feel like that? Like life kind of sways from one bit of confusion to the next. And you’d assume that you’d go from one to the next with newfound experience and answers, but it doesn’t feel like that to me. And even if it did provide answers, if you’re on your death bed having been in a state of confusion then where was the inherit meaning in all of it? Maybe, for me, this is the first of many as discouraging as that is. […]
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Clebbus
I once wrote a poem in the eighth grade. One about a man chained downed being tortured by his own mind. The kind you look at and think “That kid needs help.” My poem got published in a book filled with other poems not unlike my own. I suppose I felt proud. But mostly, I felt wildly insulted. Insulted that my family didn’t have a single human thing to say about it, just the bland and almost expected mentality of “What a cute drawing, I’ll put it on the fridge.” I was pissed that my obvious subconscious cry for help went completely unturned by my […]