Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday My mind is blank. Empty with nothing for nothing. Meaningless thoughts of nullity; Don’t know what to think or feel, or what to do with this can of sardines inside my purse. I feel like I don’t exist, but I also cannot care for recognition. Does it even matter to exist at this point? Or to Think of something else Think of something Anything at all. Quelque chose to make me feel like I am, instead of I was; A way not for the professional, But a passion for the personal. I look around and things seem clean and white, But the heaviness of this modern lightness makes me numb. Void mind – there but not there –, Noises upon noises, upon noises. People, cars, the welcoming music of clothing stores. Noises not directed at me (or anyone). Loneliness from vagueness; Lack of feeling. Stone cold strangers, my brothers, Temporary as all things should be. A pretty face here Another one A child’s pretty face And the apparition of these faces in the c