NaPoWriMo Series Day-8 — It’s not that I’m angry,
It’s not that I despise existence,
but the presence of all this substance,
however tiny and insignificant in
an ever-expanding galaxy,
all this facade of an electric life,
scratching diaries, looping in habits,
inhabiting shoeboxes off of credits,
hoping to capitalise on your ART someday,
and having to write down your history,
find a…