the simplicity of being

[addy]

A fairly dark piece. Interesting read

Simplicity drips into this chasm of life
easy and uncomplicated might be overloading with adjectives here... they mean pretty much the same thing: simple
yet shot up with niggling anxiety
that sanity never lasts,
and the insecurities
that rendered me a crazy bitch
will crash over me like a tsunami, again.

The gun I sometimes like to play with
rusty from disuse, whispers to me
from beyond the sunlight
washing the grime from the windows,
the wall between me and you
all but invisible now. The scene is tantalizing and a little odd. The narrator says he plays with the gun, but it is "rusty from disuse" and "whispers from beyond" implying inaccessibility. There but not there.

It’s so easy to run,
so easy to pretend
I’m not a weapon
and that I don’t know how to use one.

And as I watch the simplicity drip
I flick the last of my unused lighters
and light my fears on fire,
remembering the one thing I forgot.
I’m not a weapon. My only problem with this is it directly contradicts the previous stanza. Are you a weapon, or not a weapon?

The mantra in my head –

Be human.