Hello it is me

Hello, it’s me,

And another sleepless night, it’s three (AM)

A burning in my chest, it doesn’t go away.

Anyways, it’s another Sunday, you guys!!! New Sunday, new me. New Sunday means only one more day until Monday <3 Yes, this is the dream. Hustle it away my WHOLE life. I won’t know when it will pass; it’s only natural to grind life to the ground. Let’s disregard  the poem I decided to stop writing two verses deep and instead use my time now to do what I do best: bitchin‘, naggin‘, and cryin‘.

Images of the transformer dude, who dated Megan Fox sometime during the first few parts of the franchise, keep reappearing in my mind: JUST DO IT! DOOO ITTT! For how long, my boy? Just so the progress moves in the hilariously slow pace of a turtle. BTW, a quick reminder that you are not obliged to read this. If you don’t like it, get outttta here.

Have you ever had your whole life upside down where nothing seems to stay in place or breaks away? YESSIR! Did you do everything in your might to help yourself? YESMAM! Are you sure it was enough? AFFIRMATIVESEARGENT! Why are you still such a little bitch, then? It’s not as quick as I thought, KIND SIR!

Recently, I have started reading a story of Kurt Vonnegut called „Slaughterhouse-Five“ (S-F), and it was a very refreshing alternative to all the garbage that is considered writing nowadays. Yes, pleeeeeaase, describe to me how the main protagonist is cutting his Mozarella cheese in half while talking to his work colleague. Did the window really just thrust open from the strong outside wind, in the very moment your fictional couple ends the argument about their helpless relationship? Thank you so much for imagining that. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be any way for me to bear the paralyzing weight of silence you’re trying to FUCKING ERASE IN BOOKS AS WELL. The reality I am trying to escape from while reading your garbage piece of work misses the one thing that I can barely hear anymore.

Silence. The type that makes you hear your own heart pulsate blood through your body, while you become one with your surroundings emitting collective sounds. Why beat around the bushes? „Ooooh, I am Mr. SoAndSo, and I would like you to meet my wife, this is her, Mrs. SoLaLa“, as the writer points to his wife. „And of course, all of this for our little star, Little Miss RETAWD“, he says, hugging his spoiled, two-legged, three foot tall depiction of himself. „The one thing that inspired me to write my story was my baby girl. Ever since she was born, I would spend night and day feeling superior since I am smarter and stronger than her. You really believe I could shut up even for one second to be in the moment with this tiny ghost?“, he exclaimed proudly. One more human pretending.

S-F was such a great read, straight to the point, message received and understood. A surreal premise that sparks a dozen thoughts with every chapter. Kurz und bündig! Only break I needed was to read it. The guy lived so much he forgot to think about others, I wouldn’t be able to explain his escape from society’s fetters of mediocrity otherwise.