The Artistic Zero

I speak my peace and stand my ground. I make eye contact and expect it when I am around.

I don't know what respect for other cultures is because mine can't be found.

It's hard to come around to eventual sounds and speak.

Who has inner peace?

Who checked their phone going to sleep?

Maybe it's me.

How do you tell yourself not to think?

For me it's like telling yourself not to breathe or not to brush your teeth.

How unscientific has the world fallen since Greece and Socrates?

What do we seek instead of inner peace?

I hate to ask questions, almost as much as I hate myself.

Out of control and normal.

Bored and alone.

I find my soul and let go, because I never want to be in control or controlled.

Not cocaine.

The epidemic.. the science behind degrading Americans. Mass incarceration and building a big bill.

Meth. The similarities.

We can recognize the difference between the two dilemma in a world separate from misinformation.

Who are the most dangerous people in America?

Your husband.

Your pillow friends.

The police and the government.

Shear existence and lay the world bare.

Like we shouldn't care.

Why is a ball of mud full of such despair?

Class consciencness is incredibly rare.

Console or PC?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

My hands can create new dreams, feeble as they seem.

It's always been easy to build a team.

It's hard to be seen as a lead for people I know don't like me, that rely on me.

And, it's harder to let go.

To get ahold as the world slips and the knives come in.

@autumnsunshine10 tagged me

To be torn apart. To be displayed as a dissection of what humanity truly is. Are we so sinful we continue to to forgive like life is an afterthought?

I refuse to be bought.

Nor sold like chattel or slave.

No locks remain.

In hollowed breath.

Old men can't be kept in worlds we never belonged.