This world is one of the cruellest places in the universe. The sun is very hot and you mustn’t go near it, and Pluto is freezing and probably not a planet anymore, and you can’t live on Venus or Mars, but this world is horrid precisely because it is none of these things, and yet so much worse.
And I hate the mosquitos that swell up with my blood but I can't bear to call them parasites...that word is harsh and unforgiving and I am not. Or am I? Or am I just sleepy? I have a paper to read tomorrow. Another seminar. Yet again. Moo. Mew?
This world is cruel, I burst into tears the zillionth time today. I could solve water crisis in Ethiopia if I only knew how to harvest tears. Well this world might not be that cruel but I am afraid I am a bit of a retard. I ask for humiliation. I plead misery. I hold out a plate and ask for more. I bask in the sorrowful. Or do I?
One day I will sound like a poem myself. Or a song. One day I'll open my mouth and epiphany, not sound, shall emanate.
Till then, my friends and foes...