chin up, chin up.

i threw away my ball of string today.


i’m through with this labyrinth.


i had another one of those


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


a little slower)


and wait

for your next hello.

The End

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