People have wings that unfold
or so I am told,
angels
in disguise?

I've seen them
when
the spirit is within them,
let's
call them holy men
women too,

just people like
you
and me
trying to see
the good
in everyone.

They're calling it
and once again
we're
falling for it,

it's only the one percent
that are doing well
the other ninety-nine percent can't even
******' spell.

it'll be higher taxes
and
higher rents,
the only cheap things
will be our lives.

Off-grid sounds so good
to
live in a tree made of real wood
and
not that plastic crap.

I'd do it tomorrow
if I could.

not lost, not missed—just gone
a name that never lingers on the lips
forgotten in merely a split second

no trace in dust, no lingering scent—
just a hollow where I used to stand
a silence where my name once spelt

not just unseen but unwritten
not just gone—



𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯.

happiness is heavy when it's brief
and doom waits patient at the door.
so while i still can, I'll laugh with you
even if I end up crying alone.