As a child
Before dusk, in summer
I thought about nothing
And was happy

Now before dusk I am numb and I don’t know it’s physical or emotional. Sometimes I feel badly that I couldn’t explain this feeling to anyone if I tried but then I remember that they all feel it too.  I hate when people act like sadness is poetic or intellectual; this feeling is common, it's everywhere, we can watch it being manufactured.

But when I was a child
And was happy
I wouldn't have changed anything

Sadness is stupid, but it’s motivating
If it is because if evil men, holding the word in their hand and pouring on more and more sadness like sugar, that I can fight,
Thank you for the rage


ari