36 haiku on suicide and the disappearing pond.
just needed some space-
it was getting too stuffy,
and i couldn’t breathe.
and i couldn’t breathe,
an intellectual’s dream
while reading nietzsche.
while reading nietzche
and exploring jean-paul sartre,
sank into a void.
sank into a void,
all surrounded by darkness,
i wanted to die.
i wanted to die,
but thought that that would be rude,
so stayed for a while.
so stayed for a while,
and all things became unclear.
who murdered nature?
who murdered nature
or the original state?
now, how should i be?
now, how should i be?
these blank stares aiming at me,
shooting off weapons.
shooting off weapons,
blood spreads all over this space
and pulls the trigger.
02.03-12.20.04.
UP!::urban po'E.Tree(s) 
Reblogged this on in & out of sanity and commented:
These words are humming to my regrettable tune… searching for that “why to live” as it is required to know “how.” I drink up Nietzsche and wish only to spit it all out. if only my mind could collapse
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Thank you so much for reblogging, and really glad you could relate, and that my simple haiku’s spoke to you.
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