Who thought it would be happy
bearing witness to the cellular,
the primal, the neuro
not the euro, the dress size,
the decline of the auto American empire.

Mindlessness reigns supreme when it's time.
Space not a place but a state of being.
Why can't we embrace it?

Is it possible to be born from the same DNA? Is there anything that really connects us beyond the fact that we have to be connected by our struggle to survive? Who the fuck are we anyway?

This thing happens again and again and I can't wrap my mind around it. Lack of trust. Lack of support. Lack of intimacy. Lack of...all things that really matter.

I will go to sleep tonight, hoping to dream a better outcome.