i love the idea of running away like a crazy person,
it relieves my pains.
i can blame inevitability for the shit i keep living.
i dont wanna take responsibilities about my personal relationships.
i am so sick of them.
i wanna let everything go.
well, and that's this;
as long as i think about the idea that i grow old and die alone,
i am more convinced that i would die young and alone.
since i am thin enough to look good in that coffin,
nothing seems like a real problem
and
everything tastes pretty much like a nice waffle i prepare on sunday.
nothing kills me inside but anything beautiful.
margot tenenbaum illustration by Esra Roise
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