Philosophy

What even is philosophy about?

a bloody headache crosses my head,

I try to read the paper.

The words don't work

why don't the words work?

Why can't I read?

Aristoteles, Socrates, Plato,

they betray me and I can't ask for help.

The paper is due tomorrow.

I have to analize...

why analize?

Why even try? I'm a failure.

I'm trying my best,

 then why can't i 

understand even simple words?

the more i try the more difficult it gets.

It would be so easy to just cry.

To not even try,

as people often do 

when it gets too difficult.

And I keep trying over and over.

And I keep analizing.

A thought crosses my mind.

Was this ever about the text?

If I were a philosphist...

 would i need to be analized?

doesn't that defeat the purpose?

And what if the purpose...

of this reading excercise...

was never to analize the text?

What if the point was to see through it?

the text is about the beauty of thinking,

thinking isnt beautiful.

Thinking is fucking torture.

Thinking is killing my soul.

I'd rather not think to begin with.

Or to not overthink it next time.

Thinking is a jail cell

 that has made me miss out on so much.

I hate philosophy.

I hate writing.

I hate poetry.

This isn't even poetry.

It's just pretty rambling about

 my philosophy paper due tomorrow.

I should just go to sleep already.

Let go of it.

Take a break, and maybe tomorrow

everything will turn out to my favour.