matt fromm

(march 24 1982 / los angels, ca.)

What the hell.


Don't you wish?
I do.
I wish the fog would clear up.
I wish the forums to be real, creative, honest would just appear.
the veins in my body, the poems in me head the lust for life, love, poverty sobrietuy everything else would just appear and make life more beautiful.
it has in some way. but death still stalks
still mocks.
I think of beautiful things like anything besides my self.
I am not beautiful
I am not ugly.
I don't even really exist.
none of this is real
did I spoil the ending for you?
am I skimming the surface?
course not. now its time to die.

Submitted: Saturday, August 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013
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