You know that type of laughter that starts off as a small chuckle but kinda builds up inside your throat, eventually mounting into a full blown, bent over yourself, holding your stomach as you guffaw uproariously?
this should be a sculpture about the human condition entitled ‘Unbridled Optimism Meets An Uncaring Universe’
There are photos that tell a story, then there are photos that tell a story.
My college did this thing today where they laid out the backpacks of students who have committed suicide. This is just a small portion of some of them. On top of the backpacks was a brief summary of who they were. Some backpacks even had things in them that bypassers could look at. Don’t ignore the signs of others.
Oh my god
I am myself a man of flesh and blood
and in this chest beats a remorseful heart
Yet from this organ flowers a tiny bud
That blossoms with a strange and unknown art
Vines of words wrap around my being
Ink stains my skin as they constrict my breath
All at once I feel my San’ty fleeing
Realizing they are harbingers of death
I’m filled with dread and hope at the same time
While beauty slowly drains my life away
These words give me a chance at the divine
One final escape from this bloody fray
My eyes fade out into shadowy blurs
As I depart with an exhale of words
I feel a weight in me that I have not felt in so long
I am in blood Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o’er
For the first time in 3 years i’m trapped back in the center of this pool,
Choices stand before me and I know not which ones to make
I see behind me the person I was
I see now the person I am
And I am filled with dread about the person I will become.