My god, how pretty are the masses.

no
I'm not 'in the roams of manic depression
till i burst out coffe fueled poetry' or dumb fucking shit
like that.
whatever i have is
much less dramatic
much more
real
and ugly
and quiet
and i dont have it
especially
it comes really
with just
existing.


and for once I am liberated with the
little
and much obvious
and much underestimated
knowledge of the
unnecessary
for
above-ing
everyone
whats very nice about that
its actually
pretty
not nice at all.


what comes and goes
more than anything
my own
and most people's
version
of
'dogma and melancholia'
is small and
all pulling


faint and real
why
how


and is it too late
will it ever