I know that
it’s fucked up
I realize, I
don’t take offense
In resentment
towards me and
My
privilege
My freedom
Hate me, I
hate sometimes
You and me
Our fucked-up
existence
Our planet
and that lake called space
I don’t ask
you to see my fight
Behind those
heavy doors
It cannot
compare
It is nothing
It is irrelevant
But it is real for me, too
Walking
backwards
Speaking in
tongues, madness
Wisdom is
for songs
And poetry, for films
And books I have
stopped reading
I have
stopped
We live, we
breathe, we die
Love
