It's like that thing in your chest can stop
anytime, and some of us think about it constantly
IT can come fast and swift,
and you are conscious of it's beating: miss a beat, you feel it
race too fast you feel it,
that anxiety that you won't see tomorrow:
all the plans you made could be forgotten in cockroach like
moment
You think about that, and it's just no good, of course
and we take that strangely for granted
I've taken it for granted, many times
the truly brave or truly disturbed don't care if they die of course
But for a lot of folks, of course there is:
ANXIETY
Oh boy, you're crazy if you keep reading this,
you have been warned!
I like crazy though,
but this is depressing!
"people don't like depressing stuff," like my mom says.
I don't think she has ever read any of my writing, she just knows me as a person.
"negative vibes surround me," she says and "people can sense that!"
LOL.
I guess she is right though, most people can't handle depressing shit
But I don't write for those folks. They can continue to watch their Hangover movies, or Fast and Furious or whatever the fuck they watch.
but I'm a bluesy person and feel the pain of LIFE, like a Charles Bukowski or a Johnny Cash.
it is what is, you hurt of course
and their are those out there who don't want to deal with pain or forget it. Be happy or say a joke please!
I surely understand.
while I sit in a dark bar a lone nursing a drink watching the others, feeling my specific pain, while never understanding the Masses.
I'm a weirdo, I don't go out to have fun, whatever that is
Most won't understand this crazy, depressing, weird, serious shit I write.
a few will though, and I write for them.
Not the mainstream folk.
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