. every breaking point

when I summon your voice in my head
.
your whisper resonates Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!
.
and I hardly gather strength to take
few more breaths to thank
you for the life you lived

.in loving memory of Allen Ginsberg, born on this day 91 years ago.
.my source of inspiration, somewhat aspiration, strength and pride.

.about. 

.quote from.

the daily nihilist no.6

Resistence is futile.

Or was it existence?

a wish . the daily nihilist no.5

every time I wake up
every single time I hear the sound
.
I wish I could walk out of the doors this instant
I wish I could leave behind
this suffocating machinery of humans

I would run to the nearest woodland
.
woodland so dense that thick tall trees
are the only thing you can see for miles 
a forest where no one can see me
and no one can hear my cries

I would start screaming
from top of my lungs and
from bottom of my heart
.
until there's no more air
left in the lungs and 
both my mouth and tears are dry

I would scream even if it hurt my throat
I would scream despite losing voice
I would scream until on my knees and passed out
then, finally, there would be no more noise