Matthew Machanda

“I broke with the sun and stars. I let the world go.
I went far and deep with the knapsack of things I know.
I made the journey, bought the useless, found the indefinite,
And my heart is the same as it was: a sky and a desert.
I failed in what I was, in what I wanted, in what I discovered.
I’ve no soul left for light to arouse or darkness to smother.
I’m nothing but nausea, nothing but reverie, nothing but longing.
I’m something very far removed, and I keep going
Just because my I feels cozy and profoundly real,
Stuck like a wad of spit to one of the world’s wheels.”
― Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems