it wasn’t like i wanted to die a second time
— and it wasn’t like anyone understood the attraction to not breathing
sure, they pretended to be too depressed to go on
— but they weren’t like me; they weren’t depressed enough
to will themselves to just stop breathing
even though the second time was easier
— it was still a surprise, cause everyone was still waiting
just like i’d imagined
no. not for me. death is much like life
— waiting for no one
those people some of us dream of meeting in heaven
— turns out they’re living to come back
they found me laughing in a pool of drool
— going on about plot twists and
plots
🔥