he likes forgetting good things bad things because to him it’s all bad because it’s all not good enough
he keeps himself away like some secret that could destroy the world and you have to wonder if he knows how silly he sounds
he’s voiceless but he loves to scream enjoying the cacophony because he doesn’t believe he can make music
he’ll show up dead probably not in the ground, but somewhere like a run-down apartment or a happy family of four and you’ll know because he only frowns between when the drink hits his lips and when the drink hits his mind like sleeping gas
he’s not worried about it though he says there’s nothing to be worried about that you shouldn’t worry, that this is the way that things are going to play out no matter if he’s loved if he’s hated if he succeeds or fails if all his dreams come true or all his nightmares
it’s time, he says, to make peace with it and if you would please just leave him alone to feel alive without guilt.