My death will be liberating.
And I do not say that in the sense
that I am going to find a cliff
and take a good jump off.
No.
I am just trying to find a
clever way to tell you
that I do not know what is going
to happen next.
You see,
there is a
fine line
between
dreaming and
mortality
and
I am finding out for myself
that being in love
does not always
involve
being awake.
And for my sake
I fall in love with daydreams,
nightmares,
hazy realities
and
the hung-over idea
of not being enough.
It is all out of my hands.
It is all out of time.
And the only thing I have left to do,
now,
is decide.
Not mine.
