death

Hurrying up to wait

She was waiting. Everything was so slow these days. Even those things that were to be rushed went at a snail’s pace. Then again what would be the point in rushing if you just hurried up to wait?

None if it mattered, anyway. You rush to become dirt. To receive ashes. To stare at a minimized essence. She felt sadness but it was at the surface. Deep down there was nothing. Time for another sip of melancholy.

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  1. True In Real Hell Now
    Ya Don’t Want
    Ice Water
    A
    Tear
    Drops
    From
    Heaven in Hell
    Yet i suppose
    There
    Are
    Different Flavors…
    Hmm Hope These
    Chills i Am
    Having
    Are
    From
    The Ice Cream
    i Just Ate Perhaps
    If i Ate Steak i’d Have
    (For Dessert)
    No Chills
    Oh my
    First
    World Issues
    True Been to
    The Other World too…

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