Being Human Learning for…

My discarded wristwatch left an impression on me.

The buckle and slots remain on my skin.

I notice this.

The room was bare and full of life.

The dank cover of darkness left me wondering what was this all for?

My breathing hadn’t been right for a while.

The ulcer was forming.

The thoughts of happiness within jocularity

formed my opinion.

I’ve nowhere to go.

It saddened my demeanor.

I wanted to move forward but to where?

I wanted to move outward but to where?

My feet hurt most of the time along with my hands.

Life was not fair nor was it grand.

Life is the same piece of shit it had always been.

A clock. Counting down our existence.

I want to be optimistic.

I want to be full of life!

I can’t because I’m an idiot.

An idiot that read too much for his own sake.

I’d like to watch TV or movies and not have an opinion.

I’d love to watch shitty blockbusters and enjoy every minute.

I can’t. I won’t.

I am opinionated and strong willed.

I’m weak as well, damn be human.

However, I’m learning.

Learning for nothing.