in the bigger scheme of things

always worrying about the wrong things
and as much as i insist on over analyzing EVERYTHING
i fail to see anything.

i want to know ignorance
and serenity.

i want to kill everything until
i have my clarity
my MOMENT
when i say to myself from the back of my head somewhere
"asa, what are you thinking? don't be dumb".

but i am, dumb.


i am sick of the word "potential".

i am sick of people thinking i could be better than i am.

can't you see that i am already straining to just be this?





no coat no shoes.
and all things will pass i suppose.
and i can fade into the background.

i look forward to rest.
inexpressibly.