I have realised there's a curse laid upon me.
A curse of being banal.
A curse of turning anything I touch banal.
A curse of banality.
It took me a lot to come to my own.
And when I did.
I was disappointed.
But, I was not astonished.
Because the journey itself was also cursed.
A path of unaesthetic and unoriginal struggles.
A fight of idleness and illogic.
A yearn for nothingness and a sudden end.
A race between ignorance and apathy.
A curse of banality inked with prosaic language on my forehead.
Reminds me of a quote I had saved recently,
"...an
unbearably tense and disorienting paradox that underscores everyday
life in a working-class environment—on the one hand it’s an abrasive and
in-your-face world, yet, at the same time, much of it seems extrinsic
and is perpetually uninvolving. One is relentlessly overwhelmed and
understimulated all at the same time.
~ Claire-Louise Bennett, Checkout 19"
- Oizys.