I am losing reasons at an alarming rate.
Peeling away like paper.
I wish, I fucking wish.
I could just end it.
Everything
Maybe keep a few things
Permanent things
Me, you, him.
If I could I would.
Destroy everything beautiful.
Burn it to the ground.
Then put the fires out because they are beautiful also.
But, alas, I am not enough.
Of anything.
At all.
I know I am not perfect.
Maybe that is the reason I attract?
I don't know.
If I ever meet Atlas.
I shall slay him where he stands.
Taking his burden of the sky.
I would say I'm Important, but I'd be lying.
I wanted to be stabbed.
Not in the back.
Although,
The pain was enjoyable.
