The Ribbed Cage

inspired by the works of Tamura Ryuichi.

It feels like 

I fell into one of those days again

Not the every day norm

Not the every man’s day       just forcing myself to make it

Today I let all hard work and progress go

And then I hopefully push the restart button tomorrow and begin again. 

Sometimes it works but never lasts 

Through a mirror a starving rose withers

Obsession becomes my infliction

A monstrous beast fails into submission

A worst nightmare pales in comparison

Moss grows in the form of addiction 

I always romanticized what this pain would feel like      The lust for tragedies

But it doesn't feel charming, like 

lying in a field of daisies with your lover 

Sun beat and warm, embraced under the covers 

It doesn't feel special, like 

your mom taking you to the ballet once a year for your birthday 

Joyful memories now forgotten

It feels like jealousy, lying down on your lonely bed

hearing your brother’s infectious laugh downstairs 

with warm comfort and company

while your body behind the locked door deteriorates  

It feels like shame, 

this cry for help is pure foolishness

The girl who screams on the inside is not loud enough to be heard 

Human behavior dwells in sinful misery

And yet I rest in pink carnations    in the corner of my room 

Tomorrow I begin again

Just wait