the news is here and I could die at any moment.
this is a real thing.

everybody’s pretty much okay with this.
everyone talked and nothing was done;
not quite wealthy enough to be isolated
(or even avenged)
I was left to my own devices.

my ancestors ran from everything
and I become them
whenever I hear the shit go down;
later, however,
when my brain insists on
checking back in
and processing this
I turn it off.

yeah, still wanna hang out. definitely.
kinda amped up.
almost told you I loved you.

they’re saying everything’s secure.
check this out!
that’s me, going off in the background.
I’m so crazy.