Certainty:
A crutch we use
to reassure ourselves
everything is okay.
But it already was,
because things are
and thus, already
as they should be.
Original poetry, short stories, and other bits.
Certainty:
A crutch we use
to reassure ourselves
everything is okay.
But it already was,
because things are
and thus, already
as they should be.
What if tomorrow sucks?
I’ve already had worse days.
What if they don’t want me?
I’ve moved on before.
What if…?
No. What if.
Every moment we live, we die.
People see what they like. I just keep my step.
For that is what bodies wanted: to come to rest. To know no more.
Dead astronauts reads like someone is telling you their fever dream and its interpretation simultaneously in the same eerie voice.
Last year, I challenged readers and myself to create a six-word-summary of the year. I think I’ll keep the tradition.
Here’s mine:
Tumultuous change and triumphant movement onward.
All the best in your new year.
Josh
Give the people what they want
and take only what you need.
I love that. I want it in a Tarantino film.
Depth without complexity, confidence without grandiosity, humor without nihilism, yearning without apprehension. Naturally lit, unfiltered, organic, palatable perfection - no less, no more.
I don’t need something to live for, I need something to die for.