tonight i wish i were dead
as a flux of emotions overwhelm my flesh
and it feels and tastes horrible like vomit at the back of my tongue
i speak of love, and frustration,
and sadness of the clear dark sky.
non-action and madness possess my mind as it realizes
life is not fair but it is not unfair either, and all things boil down to probabilities
like how the convergence of this self and this thought in this space and time
is a product of chance, too.
my body shudders at every syllable and imagery
at every stroke of the point against the frail
nothing is correct, nothing is wrong
the world is dictated by the randomness of evolution
we are luck-bound yet somehow everything seems like destiny