Apr 15
eventuality?
there’s only so much that can be done.
the irony is so palpable it’s almost physical,
a beast in the corner of all rooms,
everlasting.
because what are we here for if not to do?
we create distraction upon distraction to take away from the inevitability of an eventual demise.
we’ve created so much that there is too much to do.
we’ve made it worse for ourselves,
because now we will always die wanting.
so much to do, so little time,
in a box of our own creation.
always wishing for a way
to die fulfilled.
is God laughing?
did we cross an invisible line one day,
and push ourselves over the edge?
the point of no return.
the lengths we go to to feel.
ridiculousness at its peak,
savagery at its core.
