ZEN with ZEM: Recent Episodes
Zai Prosthétique
This is just a little motivational talk for anyone who feels like they are not loved. You are. And if you need me to, I can be your family. Love Zee
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This was written when I was angry and nature, God and anything superior. Why would you make me in complete but then make major perfect, make nature unique and make major patient me. Just wondering? Was I and experiment? To see whether the next unfortunate human will be like me? You’re my think this is deep. Yes it is. What is deep as well is that I cannot answer this question and it makes me angry that I don’t know. I don’t know. I just don’t know. If it doesn’t make you angry, it makes the family are crazy in my head and I angry because they told me to be angry so I am going to be angry because what they said so and what ever they say goes. Sorry, you’re probably getting confused, basically I really enjoy looking at imperfections. Makes me feel at home, welcomed, like I belong and not alienated in the midst of flawlessness.
Yup that’s right. I do this to myself. All of this. I need to feel something. I don’t care if it’s temporary. I don’t care if it’ll make me crazy. I just need to feel something. Deep. Well so is life
This poem is funny because I know how to ease this pain but choose not to. Not because it is difficult but because the world will feel lonely if I don’t have anyone depending on me. It makes sense to encapsulates the only thing that makes you feel real. It is something that has been conditioned, classically conditioned. This habit can be broken by choose not to; I am making a choice but I scream about not having control of choices in my life. Rather pathetic
This is just a little snippet of me. This is how are used to think. But now I do not think this way. Because I found out that I do not have to deal with things on my own.
Old habits really do not die. I repeat the same things because that is all I know. My routinely sadness is all I know. I do not want to change. Not because I can’t go because I do not want to. I do not want to. Besides my metal container is a constant reminder that I should not change. It needs the sadness. So do I. The concert is thirst. This thirst. My thirst
You guys are probably going to think this poem is going to be soppy and cute well no. Sorry to burst your bubble. You should really know me better now. This is what I view love as. I have never been in love I’m not even sure I want to give someone the responsibility of loving me. It’s a chore. Love his disappointment because once I get my hopes up, I remember that in the social hierarchy I am so low down.
I am in denial about many things including the fact that darkness surrounds me. I keep believing that if I do not speak about it then it will go away, it will disappear into this Void. But things in the void do not disappear, they still exist, they just can’t find their way out.