Let it all come down


There are days that force experience onto you; like an avalanche of commuters raining on you when train doors open at rush hour. Or, a barrage of abuse from the driver you just overtook from the wrong side of the road.

You just find yourself there, taking it all; one blow after another, because you can see that this is meant to be. This is what is meant to happen. Experience is like that sometimes; you have little choice. You’re just standing around someplace in ‘life’, and along comes experience and shoves itself down your shirt. The less you struggle, the easier it’ll be.

There is no choice but to let it happen to you. This has been my SaturdaySundayMondayTuesdayandWednesday.

I am riveted to the floor of my life.

Reeling from the blows; trying to protest feebly with, “enough”.

Too stupid to understand the learning. Too injured to respond with anything but devastation.

But I get the point. No, I really do. So please Life, back the fuck off.

I have nothing of myself to give to you now.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Yan Zhitui says:

    ‘the dread of life is that swarm of trivialities that can kill quicker than cancer, and that is always there’ Your post reminds me of Charles Bukowski’s poem, ‘the shoelace:’ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_e6AKChtEPY

    Better days are coming. I can prove it statistically. 🙂


    1. mentalexotica says:

      You’ve always given me reason to smile on days when it seemed least likely. Thank you for that one.

      Sent from my iPhone


  2. md610 says:

    I escape the questions of ‘how could I have avoided’ or ‘how could I prevent it’. I, at times enjoy the magnanimous wrath of lull phases. The mockery gives me the fuel to bounce back.

    Lovely blog. Found my way through twitter.


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