Alright, Where The Fuck Am I
Written around midnight
I'm debating grad school but grad school will do nothing but distract me
I work to live because living is not allowed to just be
Living is not allowed to be free
I stare out the window as a thunder-dust-storm happens and will continue to as the years go by
And we are dogs who are hungry
And dogs who are dangerous
And dogs who will stop listening to owners who don't want to feed them
And find our own place where we share food
And see that we are not dogs
and we are not above any other beings on this earth
And we can flourish without money
And money has been the wall
And the walls come crumbling down
To see our grandmothers again
And we are allowed to have wrinkled old hands without having to pay to live
We are a universal coincidence
And we do not have to be a mistake
Coincidences are not mistakes
But both mistakes and coincidences can enjoy themselves
As we stare at stars that tell us who we are
Through astronomy and astrology
And time is an illusion we must push past
Pulling it off our skin as it is smooth, rough, and wrinkled
And we are no larger than atoms
And we are no smaller than galaxies
As all stare at each other
As voids staring back
And all are insignificant
And all are significant
And death is the shedding of any illusion
Whether it continues or not
About the Creator
Ariana GonBon
28yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men. Follow me @arte.con.ariana, all tips will go to @openyrpurse, both on Instagram.
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