This new antiseptic aesthetic
has erased the trappings
of what it means to be human,
slandering the gamut
of emotions and experiences
which define our very existence.
I thought I knew what I wanted to write about when my fingers flew over the keys and the words above poured forth. Sitting here, now 15 minutes later, there are no other words bubbling up. Truthfully, it wouldn’t matter if the words that came next moved the mountainous foundations of the hardest hearts. They would be empty because I am deflated.
This is how I feel – antiseptic. Stripped bare of all the fierceness of my human frailty. That in a society that spends its good names in service of some “money knows best” dais of superiority, there is no room left to feel anything else. It just hurts too damn much. The words, at least for today, are in short supply.
Unbound 