Self Aware

Our world is on fire and burning she said as she lit another cigarette, yet here I am at the edge of rationality, tip toeing on the separation of it from insanity and as far as that goes it’s like shaking a burnt out flashlight, questioning it rhetorically then succumbing to the never ending blackness of my own self-absorbed idiocy.

And that isn’t even the best part; no, it’s the lunacy of this and it’s the wrinkled, yellow skinned diatribes that seem more like whines from the mouths of mad men, everything they say seems to be soaked in gin, no worries though since all of this will soon enough become a grander part of overall self aware commentary.

Here I was bitching and moaning about how fucking great everything was in the past and the probability of just being born too late to see the sun rise on my first day, breathing in oxygen better suited for some such other member of humanity.

We all just missed out on practically everything worth living for, but I, I digress because here I stand at this old world’s end in stark comparison, seemingly at the very edge of my desperation to feel anything, even as much as a warm breath when you're caught in the sun’s vision and so much that I’m going to be included in the greater population against my will, fucking our way until the end of days.