Sta.sh
Poisoned.
Just like a mouse in a jar.
Because the things we never think about,
Are often the most surprising.
The things we never think about,
Are always the most important.
And summer is the worst of times.
Automn is the best.
Winter's in the middle,
And spring time is depressing.
And I lurk in the bushes, depressingly,
Near someone just like me.
But not exactly.
Just almost.
Almost is as close as we're going to get.
And we're going to get nowhere.
Are we going home?
Home is where you're free.
Or so I thought.
I thought I liked alot of things.
I guess that was a lie..
Lies are like cans of beer.
The more you have,
The easier it is to forget.
Forgetfulness is frustrating.
Just like the time I spend trying.
Trying to do nothing.
And this isn't negativity.
It's a train.
A train of thoughts.
Choo Choo!
Thoughts are ideas.
Or.. Can be.
I can be something.
But what can I be?
Being can be difficult.
As long as you're alive,
People don't have to care.
Until you die.
But dying is too easy.
Don't you think?
Like.. You're trying to escape.
Escaping is too much work.
Unless you're in danger.
Or someone you love.
Love is so complicated.
To be, or not to be.
But it's so hard to be myself.
Myself, is something that hides behind a mask.
A mask of dread?
A mask of fear?
No wonder I'm afraid.
Take a look at yourself, and ask it again.
Why am I afraid?
But fear is stupid.
The more you feed it,
The bigger it gets.
The bigger it gets,
The harder it is to get rid of.
The hardest thing to get rid of,
Is the urge to end this train of thought.
But a thought is an idea.
..Or.. Can be.
Can't it?
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