nothing potentially
i've been thinking and i don't think i have potential, since there's nothing really to be had right? (Fromm, in a borrowed book that I partly read and mostly skimmed) and i enjoy hearing about this invisible thing i own somehow it's more believable than any appreciation for tangible achievements i've never understood why some people think you can't love who someone might be and also who someone is and i don't understand the revolutionaries who are caught up in their image of might be, in their image misunderstood potential and to admire it in me is more believable because... it's like loving me for nothing i keep remembering my friend F so much. when i think of being nothing, of having never been, it makes me happy, it makes me calm he scared me but lately i've been fantasizing about the same thing, the same nothing and feeling the same way |