I will crawl under the
porch to die. I will want
to be alone. The bugs can
bother me and no one else.
When they reach my
hippocampus, they
will taste the dew of
early mornings spent
hunting for easter eggs
in the garden; April 5th.
They will immerse
themselves so much that
they begin to think
themselves as me. The
bog-man scenario. Which
one is me? Did I really die
alone? Am I the worm?
Early worm catches the bird.
Early memory catches the innocent.
Early death catches the porch.
Will I die alone, as every living creature on earth does?
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 4:03 PM UTC
I will crawl under the
porch to die. I will want
to be alone. The bugs can
bother me and no one else.
When they reach my
hippocampus, they
will taste the dew of
early mornings spent
hunting for easter eggs
in the garden; April 5th.
They will immerse
themselves so much that
they begin to think
themselves as me. The
bog-man scenario. Which
one is me? Did I really die
alone? Am I the worm?
Early worm catches the bird.
Early memory catches the innocent.
Early death catches the porch.
Will I die alone, as every living creature on earth does?
24th april 2026, donnie darko
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