You are an architect
Close your eyes, and imagine it for a moment
You scripted your storyline
Every crack in the wall, every emotion in your synapses
You knew the experiences you wanted to feel
The pain, the anguish, the love, the pleasure
You knew that one million moments of successive pleasure
Become mundane after the twelfth time
So you laced the pain in between
Just for balance
You asked yourself, “what does it feel like to have nothing?”
And you gave yourself that
You placed yourself here, and this experience is glorious
Bad Poet never liked English classes in school; in fact he thought they were a complete waste of time. Nowadays Bad Poet contemplates if he could have become better, had he tried to do better in those classes?
Bad Poet likes to contemplate life in all its complexity, beauty and pain; appreciating the hardships and pleasures, the poetic Ying and the Yang.
Bad Poet loves quantum physics, love and whisky.