Venting So tired of being tired. Tired of being lost.

[steel-and-glass]

My everything hurts. We're struggling to even make sense of anything in Our life. People love Us, but there's nothing that can stop the pain, the weakness, the frailty...

Someday Our family wants to have a small, mostly self-sustainable commune. We're the knowledge base, but We have to wait. Wait for everything else to come together. Wait for everyone else to be in position.

And all the time We have to endure pain that never goes away unless We're too high to function.

If the only times the pain stops is when We're high, asleep, or dead, then why shouldn't We just... go?

Glass

 

[Afterglow]

Did you make this poem? It is very powerful. I wish I had such a purpose in life.

 

[steel-and-glass]

Thank you. It wasn't intended as a poem, but if it made you feel something, I'm glad.

Glass