when i wrote a poem in two minutes or less

i began swiftly to end
all traces of the web i
was
birthed into,
so quietly, downstream -

i danced in nylon
and proved the existence of beauty
and the reason of life -
and the beauty of existence
and a life of reason.

before i drowned
in my own
nihilistic escape trap
the
thought of
leaving it all behind
weighed me down
like love in her
darkest hour -

and it pained me
to go, so heavily,
into the sunrise.

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but! we are not leaving yet, and thus should relish in the time we all still have left together.

i have all intentions as well of going over the last four years, as anna and james did.
it will start like this: headfirst, i was thrown into a world of people i knew but had tried to forget.

i do not know how it will end.