; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Monday, 28 November 2011

hello from nyc (it is cold and lonely here)

there is a vague thrill in being so far away from home again. although the past few days have had me under appreciating the time and opportunities i have here to buy things. honestly i'd just like to go home.

all ive ever really wanted was to know
that someone gives the tiniest fuck.
despite the spectacle of a confession i had performed
and letting all of you see what hideousness resides within me,
it seems you have all eventually begun to look away.

your gazes now so far that my cries
for you to 'just turn around a look at me!'
are overridden by lights and sounds from far away.

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