GUEST SUBMISSION #8 – “The Way I See It”

by Mike “Nobody Nonperson” Witter

looked out the window,
saw the possibilities
drifting through the air.

so i went outside,
experienced nouns, via verbs.
no punctuation

i always see it
the way i think i should have…
in spite of the truth.

(sometimes, not always:
i over-think when i o-
ver-drink over time)

“the truth hurts” they say…
but only if you don’t live
honestly and true.

GUEST SUBMISSION #8 – “The Way I See It”

This Is Not a Haiku.

I am struggling constantly with the idea of mental identity. I’m afraid to come to conclusions because I feel like if I do, I won’t know it if/when the “right” answer comes along. I have a legitimate fear that I won’t ever come to any of these conclusions and I’ll always be waiting for something bigger and better or more right or more beautiful or smarter or whatever.

I think the real question is, is faith something you have to go for, or is it something you have? If the former, isn’t it SCARY to put your heart into something you can poke holes into, whether its a relationship or a belief or an idea of what I am or what I’ll be or ANYTHING. If its the latter, WHY DON’T I GET TO HAVE IT AND OTHER PEOPLE DO? It seems unfair that there are some people who just get to “know” what they think and I’m stuck, like many, many other people, talking themselves in circles.

Also, I project things I don’t like about myself on others. For example:

People who don’t think as much as me are dumb = I’m insecure about how little I “know” and how confident some people are with themselves.

I feel like if you think about it as much as I do you should think exactly like I think = I’m close-minded and an asshole.

People who are happy are dumb = I’m smart and unhappy so everyone should be, if they’re smart, also unhappy.

Conclusion: I’m trying to fix my brain. Here’s to success *

This Is Not a Haiku.

I Believe That I Am A Constant State of Mental or Physical Malfunction, Which Leads to My Destruction

Mind pain likes to find
friends, like bodies, to share its
misery with. Womp.

There seems to be a recurring theme lately and despite my desire to put legs on my life, I continue to watch it roll around on the ground like an orange. I like oranges, but I prefer them with legs.

*Also, grammatically, I believe that last “with” is superfluous. Double womp.

I Believe That I Am A Constant State of Mental or Physical Malfunction, Which Leads to My Destruction