Can I sip straight salt for breakfast
To shock myself into being awake?

I walk barefoot on the cold cement
Letting the sharp sting of frosty morning pierce my tender toes
And delighting in the pinpricks of chill on my arms
Because it is the only time I feel alive enough to breathe.

A human life is so insignificant that it doesn't even register on the clock of earth's history
And we make fun of fruit flies, poor day old deaths, for being insignificant.

I think I give my life meaning by ritualizing with 400 year old tradition.
You want tradition?
Talk to the dinosaurs. At least they were around for long enough to leave a mark.

Why sleep when you can be waking?
Why dream when you can be doing?
Why lay when you can be flying?
Because it's easier.

Don't touch me, I might crack.
And if I do, leave me where I fall
I am not yours to fix
And I am perfectly in balance
With myself
Don't touch me.