hear 239.
It’s scary when people don’t listen.
It’s scary when they don’t understand.
But it’s even scarier when they jump onto the bandwagon without question.
It’s scary when people don’t listen.
It’s scary when they don’t understand.
But it’s even scarier when they jump onto the bandwagon without question.
We were sitting in the booth—my parents, my uncle, and I—about to leave after eating 25 plates of sushi. And I popped the question, jokingly.
Ok… maybe half seriously.
Me: What if I said I wanted to get a tattoo?
They all looked at me in shock.
Uncle: Are you crazy? Do you want to be a gangster?
Dad: No. Why would you do that?
Mom: Ugh. Don’t do it!
And they launched into stories about why and how I will be shamed for inking what I wanted to be a small reminder to cherish the impermanence of life.
Every now and then,
I feel a bit antisocial.
I want to crawl in bed,
dream about sleeping away eternity.
Each breath anchored to
hollow
emptiness.
All the talk pointless,
all the smiles faked,
weathering little by little
the little flame
until it
poofs into a puff.
The smoke trail disappears into the
welcomed black blanket.
And I just sit.
Waiting
for a light.
Maybe it isn’t that the person is changing.
Maybe it’s how you see that person that is changing.
Those moments…
before starting homework
before taking an exam
walking aimlessly in the mall
watching people stream by with smiles
standing bare in the shower
letting sleep wash over this burnt out body
What’s the point in all this?
Is it cowardly to recognize your weaknesses and still not try to overcome them?