reciprocal, somersault rationale

Oh my god she gasped silently. 
What did he do, now? 
She shrunk back into her shell and  turned away. 
If she doesn’t see it, or acknowledge  his actions with a reaction… 
did it happen? 
Deep inside she was touched, it wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, 
far from it, 
but she giggled as if it was. 
I mean
the respect was reciprocal,
but this spectacle he made of himself 
had little to do with her 
and more with the frustration 
so many others had.
We were trapped 
without a visible way out. 
Sometimes one had to shout, get loud 
then do somersaults to explain the rationale. 
However explanations weren’t on his mind this time.

Wod 12/18

w.i.p.

I'm tired
trapped in transit
between anger and apathy 
I didn't think I had any more fucks left to give 
what is this shit! 

I watch the world around me tear itself in two  
So much trash 
never followed by action 
just reactions
mere distractions
and another day fades away. 
Continue reading “w.i.p.”
Focus bitch
turn off twitter, look away from the tv
try to remember
what it was like to dream
get it together
and heed unsolicited advice
advertised on your feed
be the change you want to see
lament and regret
no more
be grateful
and stop waiting for the right time
you'll lose more than your mind
just be and make the most of these moments

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