Truly Disparaging Realism (Because)

You are 20 something, beautiful, fruitful, ashamed, and living with family; can’t even lift a finger to explore, can’t even imagine.

That’s why.

The world is your oyster, or rather your scapegoat, or rather anything you make it, or rather anything you make up and believe.

That’s why.

You are 65, a smoker for decades, you prefer Pepsi to Coke, even after the diagnosis, and have been dead for 3+ years, no more birthdays or hugs.

That’s why.

You are pink, poor, struggling, and racially profiled because of your colored past and attitudes, yet expecting nothing.

That’s why.

You are blue, rich with knowledge, opinionated, and racist because of your history, and you still feel wronged, hypocrite.

That’s why.

You are a self-proclaimed transparent, apparent, and you get caught up in some lies.  There is not stigma like no stigma.  Just digging holes, by and by.

That’s why.

You are a young child, thirsty from a beating, and you can’t reach the top of the counter; for even a towel of ice, or a phone; that which couldn’t stop the swelling in any case.

That’s why.

You are shut in, taught that everything you see is all there is to know, and you can’t interpret ideas to natives of a different land, so you sigh.  Narratives of naught, of absence.

That’s why.

You get agitated at the smallest details that would be nothing at any other time, any other day; warm droplets slide down your face, as they should have many times before.

That’s why.

You are fucking everyone and still alone; prone to an existence of mental solitude.  Geniuses find it tough making friends, but that’s just a statistic.

That’s why.

You exist in a constricted reality; a conclusion, expand on that before you realize…

That’s why.

You are God, you are the Devil, you are blind, you are enlightened, you believe, you find that unbelievable, you are alive and you are dead.

That’s why.

Haven’t you noticed?  We told you, we tried.

That’s why.

That’s why.

*(excuse me, but this is for anyone who has an excuse, or a “just because”, or a bad attitude, or a problem that is created within oneself.)

 

Some people can only handle the truth when it doesn’t effect their imagination.

Grasp that idea, and run with it into sun soaked fields.

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