(simulacrum.)

i am common.
less than common.
there is nothing that i have said
that has not been said before.
there is nothing that i have thought
that has not been thought before.
there is nothing i have felt that
somebody else is not feeling
right now.

nothing is worth nothing is worth
nothing is worth nothing, and
the only something that there
ever was disappeared a long,
long time ago.

the world has never been more full,
but it has never been so empty
and is it grows, we shrink.
i am not noteworthy.
i am not an individual.
i am a carbon copy of a carbon copy
and still i fail to meet the 'status quo.'
in that way i am alienated
but by no means am i a 'unique snowflake.'

i am simply a narcissist.
my reflection is humanity
and i am disgusted with it.
with myself.

glass descends upon me - (surrounded.)
i breathe myself out. it breathes me in.
snowflakes cling to my cage like
small, precious diamonds.
i try to touch.
it melts underneath the tip of my finger
and runs down the glass like a tear.
i cry.
i cry with a million other people
and i am deaf to their sadness.

if anything was real anymore,
then maybe, maybe, maybe
i would have something - (salvation?)

what is real.
breathe me in.
breathe me out.
throw me away.

rinse.

repeat.

rinse. repeat. rinse. repeat.
rinserepeatrinserepeat.