The Red Canister

By Livi

My world is

Not yours.

But that doesn’t make yours any less valid.

To pretend it does…

That’s simply cruel.

Yet people,

All the time,

Try to make other worlds less

Than their own.

I don’t know

Everything-

But neither do you.

So, if our worlds collide,

I’ll treat yours as whole,

No matter how you pollute mine.

&

There are times

When I feel so tired,

Living is a trial.

Other times,

Life is so beautiful

I find myself doubting

That bad things ever happen.

To me…

To others…

I think both times are reality.

But I’m really not sure.

&

My computer chair is by no means comfortable.

The back is broken-

I’m stuck in this permanent, unnatural arch.

It makes my neck ache,

The more I stare at the screen.

I suppose I could get a new chair.

Or just get off the computer.

But really,

I think I’ll just sit here for now.

It’s a chair. What do I really need?