sleeping
taking a long needed rest
regenerating
— regeneration
annoying
half of the day gone by
nothing accomplished
— frustration
sleeping
taking a long needed rest
regenerating
— regeneration
annoying
half of the day gone by
nothing accomplished
— frustration
we were dreamers
we could do anything
we were the center of the world
we grew up
we had to pay bills
we took up responsibilities
we lost our dreams
we left behind our freedom
we grew tired
we worked
we consumed
we died
nearly everyone makes them
most remember them
barely anyone keeps them
why do we make them?
when they are hardly remembered
and rarely kept?
are they an illusion?
a trick of the brain
to make us feel better?
the best resolutions are
those not made because
these are the only ones kept
we must buy presents
because it is Christmas
we must come together
because it is Christmas
we must keep smiling
because it is Christmas
we must be pleasant company
because it is Christmas
we must keep up the facade
because it is Christmas
we must avoid conflict
because it is Christmas
we must be relaxed and perfectly fine
because it is fucking Christmas
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
the blank mind
does not know what to write
everything sounds hollow and empty
the blank page
does dare to be written upon
menacing on the screen
the deadline
does remind of the delivery
coming nearer with every passing day
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
…
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
sometimes
I feel lost
and lonely
like I'm all alone
out there
sometimes
I feel the joy
of the whole world
resonating
within me
sometimes
I feel the burden
of being me
among
others
sometimes
I don't care
what others
think or say
about me
sometimes
I feel to much
and I do care
what others
do and say
to me
sometimes
the world is
a cruel place
to live in
sometimes
I want peace
and quiet
without
fighting
sometimes
I want
belonging
without
outing
sometimes
I wish
sometimes
could be
every time
sometimes
maybe
all of us
could be
a little bit
more inclusive
for all of us