senile, female
August 1, 2009
by me
Always the victim, helpless, senile, female
Inhale, Inhale,
Exhale.
Loving, loving, hating you, life
Housewife, Housewife,
Lowlife.
(Where’s my nightlife?)
Good God, laughs at blood, pain
Complain, Complain,
Explain.
Welts and bumps, bruises and sores
Drugstores, Drugstores,
Eyesores.
And yet I find you sobbing, staining, crying
Dying, Dying,
Trying.
I need to create to survive. Life has the unbelievable ability to suck itself from you, drain you, crush you, numb you. Sometimes it's hard to remember the pretty things, because it's all moving too fast too much of the time. I stop, I photograph, I write, I remember. Sometimes this prevents me from actually living in the moment and encourages my permanent residency in the past - but it's the only way I've found to capture, to remember, to make it all worthwhile.