i’m tired too ya know

i notice more often the moments in which

i am insidiously human

drowning myself in distractions and

running on a treadmill

away from nothing at all.

my movements become automatic

from folding the laundry to fucking

action X leads me from A to B,

and there seems to be no soul there

until I make it so.

god is there a point to this?

does it really matter

if a person is aware of

how their life unfolds?

where does that obsession come from

that need in us for meaning

which ropes some into fantasies

and makes some others hate them?

nothing in nature can ever be wrong

until a human being sees it

and smatters the landscape with words and perceptions

which makes them more digestible

cuz to control the imperceptible

is the only thing we want

right?