South Florida
Below the influence • deadhead 💀💕in recovery
why don’t you
talk to me in daylight
in mornings
in sweet, sunny days
when birds burst excitedly forth from trees
and clouds swirl our affectations
across the sky
is there something about the night
are your dreams the same as mine
filled with the brutality of desire
i don’t speak it into truth
By
Mehran Djo
I used to think I was the strangest person in the world, but then I thought: You have to have someone like me, feel bizarre and imperfect, the same way I feel. And I imagined this person, imagined that she was there thinking of me too. Well, I hope if you are this person and you are reading this, know that yes, it is true, I am here! I’m as weird as you.
writing style: author from the 1800s with a severe love of commas whose sentences last half a page
I came out here, to this point, to this place, hoping against all hope and despite signs and portends suggesting otherwise that I might, somehow, find myself having a pleasant experience, and yet here I stand, alone against the world, feeling assaulted, attacked on all fronts, knowing not my enemy’s name nor his face nor whether our battle is done.
….is that “I came here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now” but by Oscar Wilde
“Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.”
— Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince
