to finally be
the sort who gets there.
yknow how all these halfways
like to interrupt my pursuit
of my own disillusionary happiness,
but happiness nonetheless.
well of course it is the calling
of every cynic to insist that
happiness be an imaginary condition,
but gay as it is,
happiness IS happy and dammit,
it does go well with my system
so what the heck.
and more so than ever
the heart is just expiring of arghness
(ok the heart is an organ ok WHATEVER)
sometimes i will have the nerve
to let some"thing" ambiguous like
"life" or "world" take the
brunt of the blame,
because it tends to be hard
to come to terms with the fact
that it is really me.
i know one day we will all grow up
but the problem is
i am still here today.
7:54 PM