Wednesday, 4 May 2011

An ode to mental illness

This is a repost. I'm sure I've written this before. Its not true for me but...welll...its an ode or a poem right?

I have no friends. I have no life.
I have no love. I have no wife.

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"