Aug 06, 2008 02:13
I am really under quite a bit of pressure.
It's a challenge, dodging these things falling
down to earth, creating fissures
of unimaginable depth. It's quite daunting.
I really am under quite a bit of pressure
to salvage the pieces of my existence.
Supposedly these things are treasures,
but they crush me with remarkable consistence.
It really is an exceptional amount of pressure;
this tower of flotsam on top of me.
Everyone tells me it is the measure
of whether i've achieved what i could be.
It's ridiculous, this pressure
that i'm supposed to hold.
It's led me to conjecture
that perhaps, i should just explode.
explosion,
poetry,
pressure