bicycleofthoughts

I was cutting onions and I liked it.
It made me cry. It made me feel like I could feel.
I really enjoyed tears streaming down my face.
It cleared up some of the tension that I had.

I am going to try cutting onions more often.
I hope I can feel this good again.
But I know the law of diminishing returns.
Economics, baby.

I hope that I find more of such instigators.
They will take me to places that I have forgotten.
Places I can’t remember that I so dearly want to.
Euphoria, ecstasy and just some old fashioned vulnerability.

All of you should consider yourself lucky.
Well, most of you. Because you fit in.
Well, you can fit in. Because even though you feel different.
You are just more of the same.

My friend once wrote a line thinking of me.
“He was different, cause he realised that he was more of the same”
I disagreed with him. Then I agreed with him.
Now I look for myself in everyone.

I wanted to be different. I should have wanted better.
I should have wanted to be better.
Now I cannot change myself. I have no choice.
I am a slave to the mould that I created.