Each man must realize
That it can all disappear very quickly:
The cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
The bed, the walls, the room;
All our necessities, including love,
Rests on foundations of sand-
And any given cause, no matter how unrelated:
The death of a boy in Hong Kong,
Or a blizzard in Omaha
Can serve as your undoing.
All your china-ware crashing to the kitchen floor;
Your girl will enter and you’ll be standing,
Drunk, in the centre of it and she’ll ask:
My god, what’s the matter?
And you’ll answer: I don’t know,
I don’t know…
“
| — | Charles Bukowski (via iamyoursuppressedthoughts) |
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