i feel like i'm on the
verge of a tragedy.
rumbling and movement in
my inner-most innards
are my(delirium?)tremors,
warning me to prepare for the quake.
"tie down the good china,
the precious collectables you'd rather
not lose.
keep safe your heart(whatever
may be left).
keep safe your soul.
they are irreplaceable."
how these feet want to run
(as far as the very ends
of the earth).
but something makes me stay.
something tells me not to go.
i don't understand it. i can't explain it.
the weight of this never-ending mind
is more than Atlas could bear.
split me in
ha
lf.
keep one half safe in the china cabinet,
the kind that every home has;
this is the part that could never
dream of leaving.
it cannot exist on its own.
and, please, let the other half go.
let its cowardice and awful inability
to cope with life commandeer.
let it run to where the sea ceases to be,
let it escape from the hell it created for itself.
it is the only resolution.
it is the only answer.
one cannot exist as two separate beings,
relying on a snapping thread
to keep it together.
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