how i currently feel. because right now i feel perfect, but not perfect enough. have you ever felt like that? feeling like you’re at the top of the world, in fact you’re soaring thru the sky, roaring thru space & time, the ozone crackling as you pass on thru;;;; and then it hits you: why am i not moving faster? going higher? i guess you cud say that depicts my entire existence, my ever-loving, soul-crushing ego that always succeeds to disappoint. maybe joy has a wall, a limit, and it’s something i might have hit one day, something i might come across some day. but when i do, there’s no certainty and i always want to feel better but how can i get better when i feel such an intense dissatisfaction at the kind of bastard i have become. everything is flawed, in my eyes. broken. like i walk along a caustic road. every day the cobblestones break.
so why am i even writing this?
what’s the point?
that’s just it,
there is no point.
and i feel perfect right now, only it’s not perfect enough.