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A Broken Animal
She was kind to me. She liked me so much. I couldn’t handle that.
What was she thinking? She didn’t even know me!
Phony. That is what people are. Phony. Everyone is everyone else, filtered.
Filtered through what?
What is a who?
How can a cloud of atoms think? How can a cloud of particles desire?
How could she know me when I don’t know myself?! Who knows themselves?!
Fuck her for thinking she knows something!
Oh, she wants me, does she?! No she doesn’t!
Her electrons just settled there.
What is love? It’s not a feeling. It’s not an action.
It’s a story.
A poem.
A sad poem.
Broken animals…
What was she thinking? She didn’t even know me!
Phony. That is what people are. Phony. Everyone is everyone else, filtered.
Filtered through what?
What is a who?
How can a cloud of atoms think? How can a cloud of particles desire?
How could she know me when I don’t know myself?! Who knows themselves?!
Fuck her for thinking she knows something!
Oh, she wants me, does she?! No she doesn’t!
Her electrons just settled there.
What is love? It’s not a feeling. It’s not an action.
It’s a story.
A poem.
A sad poem.
Broken animals…
Published 23rd Oct 2016
| Edited 3rd Jun 2017
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