chin up, chin up.

i threw away my ball of string today.

 

i’m through with this labyrinth.

 

i had another one of those

dreams.

the one where

we burn down

the city and

everyone thanks us.

 

i re-read that book we all loved long ago

trying to remember

when it was that simple

 

“i’m not sad anymore,” i chant

 

but it can’t change the fact

 

i’m stuck amongst

the greatest minds

of my generation

driven starvinghystericalnaked

 

by a very common vine.

 

late at night

when i realize

the world hasn’t ended yet

i wonder what

it would’ve been like

 

had i taken my own advice.

 

i’ll keep my head above,

(though really we

 know it’s about

drowning

a little slower)

 

and wait

for your next hello.

The End

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