melted

there isn't much to be learned

there's a couple things that happen when the world thinks you're less than the one percent.

one is that you get used to being ahead, accolades fly your way, you're magnetic, look at you go! supersonic bullet train brains splattering on your windshield, it's you, running into oncoming traffic because you've always been faster, always been ahead, and all of a sudden you're exploding into blood and guts, and all of a sudden you're out cold on pavements you've been chasing for decades, and all of a sudden you're full of decadent chocolate lava cake flowing! flowing! out of your eyes as you do a literal stonewall jackson and crumble

(you're ahead of yourself, as always.)

two is that you start to take the world for granted, what does it matter if you're on top of it anyway? there's no such thing as an approximate nine point eight meters per second squared pushing down on you, you're rising above it, steps light, the electrons between your foot and other people's shoulders block you from pushing them down yourself, all you can say is that it's the electrons' fault, all you can say is that the world has winners and losers by an unwritten default, all you can say is that everyone has their place in your mind's hierarchy and you are not royalty but a deity in this universe that keeps rotating! rotating! using you as its axis

(you're full of yourself, but not really.)

three is nonexistent because a couple means two in this unforgiving universe that categorizes every atom that comprises you before you could breach from its system, those atoms have no clue who you are or what you mean or why you are and neither do you, there's so many things that could be that third worry but it takes only two to tango and a third would just trip on their feet as they stride, they all think they know everything about you, they all think that exactly what you say is exactly what you mean and exactly what you think is exactly what you say, they all think you have it together because of the prowess you contain and because of the power you hold and because of the intelligence you encapsulate and because of the synonyms you slam into off-brand tupperware and because of the documents that scream your name in big bold letters branding gifted! gifted! across your chest and it burns, oh, how it burns, molten lava like the cake you stuff into your face to draw you away from the fact that your skin is melting as you slide across the street and you wonder why the electrons have decided not to save you in the morning when you wake up but the blankets lock you down there is nothing to save you there is nothing to save you there is nothing to save you there is nothing to save

(you're lucky to be alive.)

thank you for 6k.