please don’t do it

for the sake of my sanity please
don’t do it

seventeen years do not allow enough for you to unearth all of life’s uncertainties
I know how you lust for the stars
but for now we must endure a colorless existence
of tired latency among the simple-minded

we cling to this idea of a utopian earth
of supremacy and transcendence
and that our crowning moment is of physicality

but in great fortune befalls an even greater anguish

for in two hundred years
your tomb will reek of a wasted frame
for the most compelling genius of our time

I pray you don’t exhaust
the mind you have been willed

please give life a chance



I’m sorry for your loss