Galaxies Away

13. Solipsist?

I am frustrated

with the world,

with every being

holding the intricate

skill

of taking breaths.

But most of all

I am frustrated

with my own self.

Perhaps

in all my solipsism,

introspection,

and "self-pride/self-loathe" -ism,

I use the word "I'

too often.

Shall I say "you"?

Or "him"?

Or "her"?

Or "them"?

Maybe having compassion

for others

would allow the spectrum

to finally be

broken down

to minuscule pieces

of freaking common sense.

However,

that's besides the focus

of the social microscope.

Time moves faster,

at a speed that

screeching cars

on a highway

would only pray

to over come.

My world is numb,

void,

a glistening web of

pure nothingness

that is not sweet

at all.

In fact,

it's quite tasteless.

Distasteful.

But perhaps

it's simply too

bland to be

grotesque and disgusting.

I wish time would

move slower.

Maybe I would

be more thoughtful

about my life.

Perhaps I could

enjoy a coffee

with strangers.

And walk on

train tracks

while holding

hands with

my imaginary

friends.

Despite

their

non-existent

bio-chemical

building blocks,

I feel safe

fitting my fingers

in the

spaces between

theirs.

Though I throw

myself beyond

the boundaries

of caution,

my friends

kiss my cheek

and write

on the palms

of my hands

in permanent ink

"Who cares?

Now I'm happy."