The end of the world is a dimly lit bar.
And it has a sweet aroma
The alcohol drowns the voices of people
Blessing me with the ability to shield from their tedium.
I could make a good welcome guide to the land of the dead.
The kind of guide that would ease the transition of others.
They would ask me when I’d been alive.
I would reply that they got it all wrong.
I was always a function,I’d say, and nothing more.
Assembled for this task
And this task only.
I think I am at a stage in life where I have to decide.
But what if I have decided already and I’m too scared to open the envelope?
God I used to write some damn fine posts
I read them now and can’t believe that they were from my hand
The comments too…people used to read this blog.
Before it looked like a sea of stones jutting out of the sand.