it seems just like a spooky extension...

MY ROOTS, SO TO SPEAK, HAVE NEVER BEEN DEFINED FOR REAL.
WHERE DO I COME FROM?
WHAT ARE MY GENES MADE OF?
AM I GOING TO LAST LONG?
HAVE I GAINED GENETIC ILLNESSES THAT I AM ACTUALLY NOT AWARE OF?
DO I HAVE TO KILL PART OF ME SO THAT THE REST MAY LIVE IN PEACE?
JUST KNOW THAT I AM NOT AS HARD AS ROCK
I TRY TO BE GENTLE MOST OF THE TIMES
SOME SAY I AM PRETTY BUT IT'S ONLY ABOUT THE FACE
I'M NOT HANDICAPPED, TRUE
NOT A BLIND PERSON EITHER
HAVE GOT NO CROOKED TEETH AND AIN'T A DWARF AS WELL
I EVEN HAVE PROPER HEARING SKILLS
SPEAK LANGUAGES
AND I DO TRY TO MAKE MY LIVING DECENTLY
BUT I ALSO KNOW THAT I DON'T DRESS NEATLY AT ALL TIMES
I DO NOT MANICURE MY NAILS AND I DO THINK THAT BRAZILIAN BIKINI WAX IS PURE CHINESE TORTURE
I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF LIFE
DOES ANYONE KNOW? THEN, PLEASE CONTACT ME BY E-MAIL.
WHERE THE HELL AM I GOING AFTERWARDS?
DEATH: NOT SO MANY PEOPLE LIKE TO TALK ABOUT THIS
EVEN THOUGH IT IS THE MOST ANCIENT TOPIC.
DEATH IS MONSTROUSLY OLD AND NEW EACH DAY.
IT IS FASTER THAN HURRICANES AND GREATER THAN SUPERLATIVES.
RELIGIONS EXIST IN ORDER TO AGREE WITH DEATH.
IT IS SPOOKY TO SPECULATE ABOUT ITS EMPTINESS.
EVENTUALLY, IT IS A DISCOVERY.
DO I FEAR DEATH?
DEATH OF OTHERS, THAT'S FOR SURE.
I FEAR THE FACT THAT ALL THOSE WHOM I LOVE WON'T LIVE LONG.
MY OWN DEATH?
I HATE IT THOUGH.
I LOATHE THE FACT THAT I WON'T BE WRITING ANYMORE.
I DESPISE TO KNOW THAT I WON'T BE SEEING AND SEEN ANY LONGER
I EXECRATE THE IDEA THAT I WILL LOVE AND BE LOVED NO MORE
NO MORE DRUNKENNESS
FORGET WILD PARTIES
VAPORIZE ORGASMS
AND UNLEARN BUTTERFLIES IN THE STOMACH
WHAT IS THAT ALL FOR?
AND I WONDER WHY.

by Laila Chris