im trying so hard to imagine the world as decomposing
if i can just think of everything as falling apart always, maybe i wont allow myself to be disappointed
things fall apart, break, explode, avalanche, erupt, shift, swell, tumble, change
accidents happen, everyone makes mistakes, coincidence, deja vu
if i accept that im fucked ill feel better
we hear this all the time
nihilism, fucking fight club
be numb
harder said than done
but i continue to try to play this image of shingles being ripped off the roof by a tornado but the roof is the earth and the tornado is its orbit and it keeps regrowing underneath like the skin on my hands or a sunburn
like a sunburn the earth is shedding dead skin and to try to be or find happiness is the great mistake
happiness is the coincidence
acceptance is the hard part.
