kafka texts milena back saying
how can i trust you
when i can't trust myself?
i don't find any difference
they are the same in what they do to me—
when i looked for life and meaning
in what i don't want i hated the world
when i looked for life and meaning
in what i can't have i hated myself.
why do you need volunteers?
can't you try to do it yourself?
the small whys i've gathered
either blow up into giants
that become the claws of the big why
or dissipate into nothingness
in the sizzle and dazzle of living.
what should i (yours) do now?
~ ajay
6/6/2022
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