I've become scared to get attached to anything because everything is not permanent
I will leave all of this one day.
The trees
The blue sky
My parents
Friends that I enjoy
Clothes
That rug I found on sale
Everything I have and everything that I surround myself with
And all the material items that we use to define ourselves as humans
My converse that I have decided describe my perfect aesthetic
The laundry hamper that has tears in it
My toothbrush will be thrown away
What the f*ck is gonna happen to the food in my fridge?
I’m scared
All of this will be left.
Is the stuff maybe leaving me?
Is the world leaving me instead?
Because it’s decided that I am no longer needed.
I’ve fulfilled my divine purpose.
Mother Nature, with the afro and golden branches, what did I do to deserve this?
My hand is being pulled into a dark hole. I drift into oblivion
I think I might be having a crisis
Why cast my soul out into the cold outline-less hands of time and space? Am I just gonna drift there? Turning lights on and off as a ghost?
I know no one–even some suicidal people–
Who would voluntarily leave all of this
It’s an exodus, into a world
We didn’t even know existed
everything that they know they transcended from?
I cannot accept
I cannot express
How scared and tense and empty I look in that dress
This very cute dress is gonna cheat on me
This body that I’m renting out
Is gonna flow all of its juices, muscles, and fluid
right into and through the ground
The minerals of my teeth
The keratin in my eyes
No casket can preserve the body from decaying
All of the skin, all of the cells that I think are mine
Will leave me in due time
Betrayed
Maybe I’ll be a pretty flower one day
Orange or pink or blue
It doesn’t really matter
I just have one favor to ask of you
Don’t step on the flowers
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