the crowd echoes to the back of yr mind, body sunken to the floor, one more blow to the gut and your a goner, you bloody fuck of a mess you . . .
BUT . . .
are you ready for yr demise? the great defeat? did you at least fight the good fight? is this it? are you calling it quits? have you done it all yet? did you find the kindness that saves, a kindness that cures? are you doing what you wanted? have you completed yr balance sheet?
DON'T DO IT.
WAKE UP.
yr a disgrace kid, wake up. this is your final notice. don't tear away the disconnection notice as if it's from a bill collector, as if you owe too much rent and you can't afford and you run run in those heavy souled rubbernecking shoes, like yr stuck in yr job, or yr life.
YOUR NOT.
NO
WAIT-
HOLD ON
ONE MOMENT, PLEASE.
if yr not too far gone in this great eternal battle to find some sort of freedom, some sort of place in time were we can echo for moments beyond the blink of our gods eyes, then realize - it's time to free yourself. how can we cry and whine and sigh yet not fight the good fight? why do we live day after day with this redundancy? am i only speaking for myself? has everyone else done it? help me break free from my arbitrary life.
so i thought i never was in one of those trap entanglements, letting leeches suck the blood from me, but my heels were bitten once too many times and i slipped and slide into a downward spiral
forgetting
relapsing
most of all
fucking forgetting
i am living for me.
nobody else.
it's time to stop making excuses.
it's time to get the fuck up and fight the good fight.
NO MORE SECONDS
NO MORE STOP SIGNS
IGNORE THOSE YELLOW BLINKING LIGHTS
DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.
I'M NOT TRYING.
IT'S TIME TO JUST DO.
please be kind
don't rewind
or fast forward
press play
no more pausing
for i'm living in the moments
this will be finished later, maybe
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