We are nothing.
A speck in the grand scheme.
A moment of pain, or love, or shame,
bursting outward, trying
to buy itself just a little more time.
It’s serious, but it’s not.
Don’t forget to let go.
Don’t forget to laugh.
All those little things that piled up, we obsessed and we obsessed,
it was the end of the world.
Well, it wasn’t –
But this is.
No one
will remember the good or the bad,
No one
will remember you.
We don’t owe anyone anything.
Don’t forget to cry.
Hold each person you love like a quarter in your palm,
let it sink into the creases until you can’t feel it anymore,
until it’s part of you.
Fuck.
You only get one body.
That body is a temple, so fill it with cake.
You won’t need it anymore come tomorrow anyway.
Make it beautiful.
Don’t forget to say goodbye.
I’m tired, should one be well rested for the end of the world?
