reality bites

ask me how it is,

why you?

“..cuz it is..”, satisfies a fool.

should I go out there,

should you meet me?

would you see,

uncertain of the version you’d meet?

right now I’m sick,

this sickness crept in,

grief starting.

accepting time,

death watches patiently.

unable to stop the passing,

the old one long gone,

new normal is different.

everyone hates someone,

hating the inanimate.

ain’t we tired of the hatred?

I know I am tired of replacing stuff.

migrating from here to the unknown,

an uncontrolled trajectory alone.

so close to not being,

no place belonging.

shaving the skin of reality,

it bites strong.

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