Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again.”

Kurt Vonnegut 11th of October 2005

Sunday, August 21, 2011


i am easily dismantled. My pieces slide apart, engorge themselves on contempt for others, never to properly fit back together. Little bits of me never find their way back to the reconstructed whole, they lay scattered across thousands of miles. One lays in front of a wooden door where a man, not unlike you, told me my worth. Another lays on the pavement of a road that lead me to my immorality. One lays on a tiled floor covered in grease splatter and a sudden fist and a sudden tight hold. And as my self slides apart and piece falls to the side of this newly de-credited bed.