downtown galaxy - my poetry

it's tiring.

because sometimes all i want is to be alone, and sometimes i'm starving for contact.

and i'm nowhere near balanced.

all this loneliness is gnawing at my brain. a stupid little part of me wants to test it out.

who would really care if i was gone? i mean, some, and i can count them all on one hand, and they count so much to me, but.

how much of a loss would it really be? the world's rid of another high-pitched too-fast voice, another irritating personality, another sad lonely burden.

whatever. my two loves who actually read this, don't worry! i'll still stick around. if it's not too much to ask.

i'm so, so tired.

it's okay. it's another fleeting notion to be quickly dismissed. not unlike me.