This is the Way the World Ends
…not with a bang, but a whimper.
Why, all of the sudden, do I want to cry? Things fall apart so fast. [Everybody knows almost doesn’t count1….
(Have you ever read or watched “The Last Unicorn”? In the beginning of the book, there is a butterfly who can only answer questions in the form of a song or a poem…. Anyway.)
Fuck it. I’m out of here. It sucks though. Each and every time, I leave empty-handed and tired, tired, tired.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I don’t know whether to live or die.
Some day, maybe, just maybe, I’ll learn how to stop wanting.