i can just go away

no one would notice at all

well, maybe my family, but they know i don’t want to be here anyway.

a planet this stupid.

because no matter what you think, the truth is i’m usually not thinking about you anymore.

well, sometimes i do, but only in that way you monopolize my reality when you impose your’s all over mine.

as if you own me or something. yet i suppose you do when i allow you (or the thought of you) to impose yourself so much on my moment when i just really want to be open to something new that has no attachments to a life that is so preclusive the reality of any real reality is nonexistent, so why even engage in those thoughts.

out damn thought.

out thought of you

i’ll just hold on to the archetype knowing you will never fulfill the role you never promised to play.