Human Experience

I’m mad. 

I’m not mad.

I’m happy. 

I’m sad.

I exist. 

I feel like doing everything. 

I feel like doing nothing. 

I am an overworked, 

under maintained

machine. 

I am spewing my guts,

my gears and bolts,

the things that make me tick,

to make room for new things

because the old ones never stick.

I am obsessed with more. 

I am in desperate need of less.