Teardrops and Tequila

i continue to drag on

what if I die today?

people would probably pretend they were my closest friends if I die.

they would like my art more because they would know that no more is coming

people love stories with endings and right now i'm just a book thats dragging on page after page after page.

people want a crash, a bang, a big ending that will leave them remembering such a story.

but I don't have that, not at the moment.

all I have is another 2am writing spur- knowing that I'll probably die somewhere confused and decrepit in a nursing home.