I wish I could watch the stars all night. Alone. I ask nothing of the world, I’m too generous for that. All I need is some time alone. Looking outside the balcony is painful, everything is so far away. This is when I feel like the world is being a bitch to me. I just smile. Or do I? My throat is sore; eyes, heavy but whatever’s inside is stubborn as fuck. The floor is too cold today; sunlight feels rewarding. They said I’m a curse, my arrival, an omen. I’ve lost a battle I haven’t fought. If I were a poet, life would be a metaphor. Tell me this, what have I ever asked for?
Sometimes I feel like I’m doing life a favour by living.