Dear sanity,

It was nice knowing you, sort of...

Or did I ever actually know you?

Who knows

Miss you dearly,

Humanity

I like grammar. It heckin sucks when people unironically use “your” instead of “you’re” etc.

I’m a hypocrite, if you couldn’t tell before...

You'res truly,

Sabri

I want to punch the wall

I don’t know why

I don’t know when or how

any wall has offended me so.

All I know?

I want to punch the wall

A wall is not pushed

A wall is not soft

A wall does not budge

A wall stands

It doesn’t matter that people are lying

It doesn’t matter that people are crying

It doesn’t matter what anyone tries to say

Because it’s a wall.

So it stands there all day

Last time I punched the wall

It didn't learn its lesson.

And I hurt for two months and a half

But I'd do it again

It doesn't matter that people are trying

It's a wall

A wall is not pushed

A wall does not care

It's a wall.

So it stands there all day

There are things that you don’t have to think about

Until you’re alone

There are things you forget

Until you’re alone

There are voices that quiet

Until you’re alone

Sometimes

I like being alone

Sometimes

I don’t

Once, in a dream, I was a young man in ancient China.

The walls were covered with Chinese paintings and a stunning young woman stood near in a light pink ancient Chinese dress. We spoke without sound and understood, though I’m not sure what I understood. I said something––something about a trick I’d been working on. As if from a distance, I watched myself pull out a sword and plunge it into my throat. Suddenly, I was the young woman. I didn’t feel anything for the body bleeding out on the ground before me. The blood stained the floor.

I took a step back to avoid tainting the fabric of my skirt.