solipsism ruined my life

solipsistic barriers..

hell isn’t other people. hell is yourself. — ludwig wittgenstein

imagine, if you would, the many ways

i actively pursue the being of somebody else.

after all, who is to say that i exist

other than myself and maybe you or you or you? 

i actively pursue the being of somebody else

because i know for a fact that y’all cannot stand me!

myself is a waste of time

in my eyes. (i assume it is so in yours as well).

i didn’t ever ask, but i know they cannot stand me.

the gravity of judgment sinks into the couch—

i assume you do not want me here while

comparison kills what microbiomes of happiness i contain!

the gravity of judgment is overwhelming

because i think i exist in more than one place

and these molecular structures of joy

are imaginary, at best.