life is funny
in the funny sense that we now use that word
because sometimes i
see the pull
in believing the things that aren’t real. I
see the pull
in believing in a god who has it all planned out for me
so I could laugh when I trip
through relationships
when i stub my toe on
important conversations
when i run into the glass door of
opportunity
but i don’t believe in the things that aren’t real
(except when plagued my occasional and mild paranoia [hobby paranoia])
and so i must accept that
i am the one that hurts
i
