Gnash My Teeth, Pull My Hair, I Cannot Cry ~ Thursday, June 19, 2025

There are some things we cannot return to
how did I become this emotional
emotions are one thing, I process time
remember being a kid with your friends
each day is a miracle then it's gone

argue and complain, if you like, give thanks
realize the body starts to break down
each day is a blessing, make sacrifice

something we no longer do is give praise
offer something up, a burnt sacrifice
maybe it seems strange, perhaps, indulgent
even perverse, to kill an animal

that we, too, as humans, are animals
how do we make sense of hegemony
in our ability to lead the world
nothing makes sense to me, I understand
given that we are thrown into the world
structures already exist forever

we cannot return to childhood, to friends
each day disappears with no one to hug

comfort and compassion destroy sorrow
absence makes the distance seem palpable
nothing to do but work until I die
nothing but this sorrow and suffering
old things become vintage or broken down
trouble with the new, it always appears

remember drinking chocolate Coke with friends
each day the memories come and are gone
to remember moments we cannot touch
understand why all of this is here now
religion offers some guidance to live
nothing makes sense but how overwhelming

to wake up from a dream not a nightmare
offer thanks and praise, that's all that is left