i learned how to die a long time ago.
i learned how to die a long time ago. and today i woke up depressed. walked to the closet, put on my sunday’s best. brewed mint tea, crawled into bed. felt tears behind my eyes, some things they just never dissipate. when it was time to leave for oxford, my heart said no and my feet turned to concrete. i grabbed my keys and threw them away. she messaged me to say good morning and i sent a fake colon and closing parentheses back. this is why it’s best to keep your doors closed. you don’t want to be a bad host. so it’s just best to dim the lights and tell the guests to keep traveling west. there’s nothing for you here. there’s nothing left.
