Recollections from Gorki's Common Ground, and how I see my life in relation.
*though not in the same intensity.
Not meant to be in any particular order or poem-like intention.
I allow my life to crumble and then gravitate around the petty.
Now that I know I want chaos, how do I make it?
Why does it take a bigger picture to analyze myself?
Who do we choose to Hate?
Why?
What decided that I was meant to be born into this life?
Sometimes this newfound knowledge hurts more than it helps.
How many can we blame?
How many are affected?
How many will actually know?
How many are living in ignorance?
How long do I wait?
Are my eyes open yet?
*Yes, those are the wood chips from the show.
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