claudiapena.com

I am alone.
He’s right.
This is all an illusion,
That he can love me,
That you’re sitting there listening to me
That I’m having an effect on your senses.

The distance between good and bad
Gets gray the closer I zoom in
Light becomes both lines and particles
But moving with the fluidity of waves
Good becomes bad then good again
And being just a little bad is SOOO good

So I relieve myself with logic
A snake is snake,
I should deal with it.
In his silly microscopic space of the universe
Where God doesn’t exist
If cancer kills him, it kills him
It doesn’t need a why,
how or a place!

No, I am not alone.