Don’t know where I’m going, forgot who I am, I can tell the future but can’t see me there.
So much hurtful prattle, so little of me! Surviving the battle cost me how to be.
I’m not really living, I’m...
WARNING: This is a poem I wrote shortly after graduating from high school that, alas, depicts a very bleak view of the underbelly of NYC in the late 1970s. The depiction can be hard to read and is not...
Seems like April 1st has been going on for years...
Source: https://yacawa.org/2022/04/01/journal-entry-for-april-1st-2022/
Just some stream of consciousness about pain and existence.
Don’t know where I’m going, forgot who I am, I can tell the future but can’t see me there.
So much hurtful prattle, so little of me! Surviving the battle cost me how to be.
I’m not really living, I’m...
WARNING: This is a poem I wrote shortly after graduating from high school that, alas, depicts a very bleak view of the underbelly of NYC in the late 1970s. The depiction can be hard to read and is not...
Seems like April 1st has been going on for years...
Source: https://yacawa.org/2022/04/01/journal-entry-for-april-1st-2022/
Just some stream of consciousness about pain and existence.