So as far as I can tell this poet is going by the name Hessticle, which seems to be a mash-up of two words, one of which hangs off of a man. But I digress. This poem actually inspired me to write a poem, which is just about the greatest tribute one poet can give another, I think.
I don’t think I’ve ever read a piece so brutally sad, and I am not sure I ever will. So cheers to the writer over at For Lack of a Better Blog who penned the following gorgeousness…
If our reality is confirmed through experience
the more time I spend alone
the more time I can pretend
I don’t exist