coming together
talking, laughing, having a good time
being present
— ideally
sitting in the corner
watching everyone enjoying themselves
feeling overwhelmed
— reality
coming together
talking, laughing, having a good time
being present
— ideally
sitting in the corner
watching everyone enjoying themselves
feeling overwhelmed
— reality
past me
present me
future me
past me
made choices
present me
is dealing with
the consequences
present me
is making decisions
future me
is going to live
with the outcomes
past me never existed
so who was past me
to choose for
present me?
future me is never going to be
so who is future me
present me is
setting the path for?
I am present me
the only me
that truly ever exists
urging to get up
to find the place
where everything goes
no consideration
for the implications
on the sleeper's needs
deaf to any bargaining
immune to most reasoning
resistant to all opposing forces
master of the cognitive
usurper of the higher functions
in the end gaining the upper hand
shock
I restarted my browser
and now all my tabs are gone
what happened?
how can I access all the important stuff?
where is my life?
without my data I'm nothing
how should I know who I am without the world telling me?
how could I loose myself?
maybe I've got a backup?
nope, nothing's here
not a single trace remains
wait, there it is
in the browser's chronic
I can see glimpses of myself
tab by tab
I'm reopening my life
wondering if I ever would be the same person again
me sitting at the computer
me trying to concentrate
me in a room with people constantly talking
me at another's desk
me trying to explain something
me surrounded by ongoing discussions
me reading my e-mails
me trying to get things done
me in an environment of loud noises
me finally at home
me trying not to collapse
me exhausted from being at the office
hello, it’s me, your inner voice
I’m here to remind you, that you can’t do that
you’re not qualified enough
you’re lacking ambition
you haven’t what it takes to do that
nobody will give a shit
it won’t work
don’t bother even trying
it is futile, so why even start?
come on, we both know you can’t do that
what, if something went wrong?
you know what? it is pointless
…
tick-tock
2 seconds
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4 minutes
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6 hours
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8 days
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10 weeks
tick-tock
12 months
tick-tock
14 years
tick-tock
ticking away
tick-tock
a life gone by
In the heat of the night
sweat on my brow
feeling my might
the moment is now
Whisper sweet nothings
in my lovers left ear
I hear a low huffing
the moment is near!
The stars were so right
but we had no such luck
in the heat of the night
it was too hot to fuck
unrelenting force
deep seated urge
need to devour
hunger for more
never staying satisfied
always searching
to feel the high again
only to begin anew
me not wanting to have kids
me not feeling attraction
me not understanding what all the fuss is about
me failing to express myself
why do I have to reproduce?
why do I need to fall in love?
why do I want to exchange bodily fluids?
me failing to understand expectations
me finding words
me finding support
me finding resources
me finally able to talk
me knowing I don't need to do anything
me knowing there are others like me
me knowing that I can contribute
me feeling proud to be asexual