Tezos

My Body That I Disassembled Before I Stop Looking For Where The Problem Is

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Is there any way to find it? Why is it so difficult to find the vascular access through which the disease and the filth spread? There are so many things I want to whisper in my own ear, but I can't bend my mouth and voice that much. There have been many times that I have shut myself up and forced the forms. Now I have to do other things, I want to find the root of every depression I have had in the past and will have in the future and destroy it. Maybe I always fail because I try to figure it out on my own, what's wrong with asking for help?    My last days are always spent sitting on the very hot floor in a dark hallway. I understand the fear of the eyes before they get used to the darkness, I can't get used to the darkness here. I cut my body into pieces, cram it into boxes and strain all the skin and bones. Above me it is as if a great beast is guiding me and extending a holy blade where I cannot afford it. After a while, I begin to describe the sounds I hear from outside and to construct stories about them. Before a few cats approached me, I think loneliness was a Bukowskiesque taste, but Bukowski also shared loneliness with the cats, embracing them warmly like me. I need a hug too, the rusty taste of loneliness constricts my throat. If we sat at a bar and had a chat with him, he'd probably tell my face desperately how stupid I was. He would advise me to stop trying, just drink and write. But I'm not as good a poet as he is, my lines are my words. Isn't that why I stopped writing anyway? July, 2023 by Demon Ego

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