everyone has these problems,
these problems talk amongst each other
seems the only reason people converse
is to share their problems
that's how i understand it
the only reason people talk,
is to express their problems
problems with their life, their job, their school,
their relationship, their family,
it's like living in a constant neurosis
where i have to look for problems
get pissed at something
lose my nerve over one thing
just to talk to someone
everything can't be fine
it can't be going well
because once it is
theres nothing to talk about,
you got nothing going on
there is no discourse
"everything is fine?"
"it's all fine"
"ok fine, have a nice day"
that's how it always goes
just left being the quiet one
what else can you do?
when nothing really seems to bother you?
when your pretty fine with everything?
it's almost like you have no choice but to be quiet
or you could start being like them
have something to stress about, worry about, get angry over
you could be like them
you could buy into that madness
maybe then you'll have something to talk about
it seems the most normal thing is for you to live in a hell
to be miserable
that's what people expect
they want others to share in their misery
everyone connected through despair,
you're an outsider,
if you don't belong to this melancholy
there must be something wrong with you
why are you so quiet?
something bothering you?
the world does not want you
to be fine
it wants you to be bruised
like it is
like they are,
yet, you enjoy it,
you enjoy not belonging
you enjoy not being trapped like them
you enjoy the freedom
you enjoy being quiet
you enjoy your apathy
you enjoy it as much as your apathy will let you enjoy it,
maybe you can talk about that.
Literature, art, science, travel. Writing fiction, non-fiction, poetry. Always wrestling with language.
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