Everydayness... Poem by Rince Wind

I don’t know what’s more killing…
to live or to die at the hands of living…

These days I have been trying to find refuge…
refuge behind words… from words…
trying as I am… to feel little and say too much…
but little... as I already know… they would console me…
because like me… they have been forbidden a destiny…
for like me… they have been left to be scribbled…
on walls which one day shall be rubbles…
rubbles of nothing but everydayness…
everydayness of living… everydayness of dying…
everydayness of everyday…