Opportunities present themselves
And you must seek opportunities
And your so bright
And you’ll succeed
And they don’t know
The opportunities?
They present themselves until theyre
All that’s left.
And then
Me.
A husk of a child.
The opportunity crushing me
The “such a bright young man” crushing me
I am a boy.
Whos a girl.
Whos so bright.
And won’t live past 20.
I ask why. Why. Why. Why.
I do things
Sometimes
i wish it would end
Forever
i dont want an afterlife
i just want to be listening to Tchaikovsky 6
and then
gone
with the flick of a blade
gone
I like walking.
Not running, not jogging. Walking.
I think, I could walk forever.
Just existing, into the distance.
The constant repetitive movement makes me sad. But good sad.
I could walk. But I can’t somedays.
Somedays I walk forever.
Some I don’t want to walk out of bed.
Some I want to walk off a cliff or into the ocean.
Some I want to walk along said cliff or said ocean and take in the beauty of life.
Im not sure what today was.
It was bo
