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Beasts
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Eleanor_Roosevelt
The Rock pushes me to keep driving my body forward; Roosevelt settles my mind when it all starts feeling too fruitless/nihilistic.
In my mind, I’ve separated death and dying. Death is the one thing I look forward to, when I can just finally stop, cease to exist, back to 0; the weight of this flesh body finally lifted as my consciousness disperses into the cosmos. I don’t think that people are anything more than walking flashlights and I really can’t wait for my batteries to run out. No more guilt, no more expectations, no more desires; just nothing. […]
maybe–
but my girlfriend got me a souvenir. and herself edible vanilla body shimmer. her eyes are so beautiful when I stare into them–
i can’t kill myself when she does that–
but oh the dysphoria…the horrifying circles when I close my eyes; my favorite songs now haunting beasts– how can I deal with that?