“Yooooo what up dawg,” I say, as me and him walk down Main Street, towards our desired destination. “I thought I’d never see you bro after you went into the Principal's office,” I add on. “Ya, but ya know I got some tricks up my sleeve man,” he responds, knowing very well that I know what he did. He pranked the principle again. “Nice one dawg,” I say to him as we do our secret handshake.
Hi I’m someone doing something for who knows how long, but you know, I manage. I’ve been living in this world in a city off of somewhere. I’m always present, yet in a faraway place. I go to highschool and my best friend also goes there. Me and him terrorize the school with our pranks. That’s why we have bounced around the district for a while now, doing as much harm as we possibly could. Matter of fact I have never spoken, I just make the plans. He always does the dirty work of speaking.
We head home, if home is a thing, and rest for the night. Who knows where we are, how we got here, but we just go with the flow.
The next day we head to school, trying to think up the best way to terrorize the school today. We have a big plan because it is someone’s birthday today, but no one knows who because we don’t know anything and anything doesn’t know us.
When we get to school some people start to overhear me and him talking. They come over and one says, “What’s your name?” This was a stupid question, because we just are, no descriptions or personal life for us. My friend said “Nunya”. In an interview with no one later in his life, this would appear in his top 5 most savage moments. I was fed up so I stabbed the person in their stomach. “Nice one,” they say as they instantly turn into a slug.
Today in class which is endless and not at the same time, we dump goo on everyone in class. They don’t care because we are here for something and nothing to live and die, not for a particular reason but to have the gods feast on our lives, drink it all up and then spit it out. That is what I think life is if we are even here. I have no parents, yet I am one of many. We are and yet we’re not.
I like somebody, but I don’t know who they are. I know they look like something, but yet are nothing. We all don’t look like anything, yet we look like everything. We are gray orbs wearing black cloaks. The person I like has a cool face, yet none at all. I like the person because I can see the purity of the person’s soul. We are all black and white. The light and the dark. The yin and the yang. We all have good and bad, but when this mixes together we are all pure of soul.
We have to fight for equal rights, but we have none. No rights or rules, and yet we have to strictly follow them.
Then after school me and him walk back to our so called home and the next day, we will go back to school. I lay and think about things, and I decide I am gonna talk.
My teacher has a knack for pranking so we decided to pull the ultimate prank. We were gonna kill everyone. It’d be super hilarious.
The next day I woke up and me and him walked to school to prepare for the ultimate prank. When the time had come, we unleashed the acid from the rafters. I said, “How do you like me now?” One of the people right before getting turned into a slug said, “And the flower talks.
Why are we here? Why to just be a doll for the Gods to play with and then eventually throw away, lost in time and space, irrelevant to the future, just another dot in the night sky, for this huge world to feast on.
What is there to be. I am searching for something and nothing. I need some satisfaction that I am and yet I am not. I am trying to grasp on to the fact that we are nothing but everything. When we are gone we are just nothing, disappeared, and forgotten. We can’t have any possessions, but yet we are one. A storm in the eye of no one, a blistering heat over the world, indefinitely forgotten. With a flick of a wrist someone has nothing, but everything they can ever desire. I am, but who am I.
I don’t know how I got here, but I am nothing. I have no possessions, but you don’t need those. You need things like love and passion, opportunity and optimism, but what are we without these. What are they in itself?
If I am deaf, blind, can’t feel, can’t speak, can’t smell, I am just wandering aimlessly in this soap opera of a world, oblivious to anything, just another ploy to distract the real mystery of life.
We are none the less than an ant, yet we are above the ant, but are we really? We are just someone doing nothing, having nothing in a world that doesn’t do anything for us, just another massive form for us to waste our lives on.
Why do we have rich and poor, black and white, and religion, if we are all the same in the end, all just another toy for the universe to play with.
I believe this universe is just one of 2,000 which is just one drop. Then there are 500 drops in one single big drop. That one single big drop joins the infinite amount of drops in one glass, in which someone, something, or nothing drinks. We are all in that cup, just waiting for the sweet, sweet oblivion. We also are the ones drinking the other things in a glass.
Why are we here and what are we here for? Do we even have destiny or does something, anything up there decide every single intricate and unique thing about everyone. We are all a roof on a house, just to hold up the foundation, eternal torture, but what are we holding up?
We can’t do anything at all, but yet we are the cause for this distraction, a catastrophic mystery of who we are. We are just another just another something that the gods gave us just enough water to know we are thirsty, so we keep asking for more and getting none. The paradox that we are all part of, yet we don’t know it. A true mesopotamian bliss.
Here is a poem:
This thing,
Why do we have to be it?
Live the life,
Be the people,
Be the one.
But I don’t want to be the one.
We all have something to do here,
But then again what are we doing.
If I could be nothing or something
What would I choose?
They expect me to do it,
Yet I can’t.
So stop asking me and just go to wherever we are in this mesopotamian bliss.