nowIunderstand
Do you not see the man in these words?
Do you not see the expression in these digital pages?
Are you so surprised at what I am?
Are you surprised that I am distant when I find no meaning in
anything.
Are you just blind, or is that the attraction, the contradiction of terms? The challenge of tearing down the existential singularity. . . making the unwilling love and attach like the masses of clams that succumb to their need for immortality. A connection with something that simply doesn't want to be anything at all.
Love me forever, love me forever, I don't want this body to be the end of me.
What I write here is an extremity, it is an extreme expression of things that could be as minuscule as the pores breathing under your fingertips. As minuscule as our presence in this universe. But, exaggerated or not, this is a part of me. This meaningless acceptance of my futile and finite existence is all there is.
Alas . . .
This confession has meant nothing.