it isn't that i feel sad
or numb, like some days,
but i don't feel like existing.
there's so much for me to do,
so many books to read,
so many shows to watch,
so many albums to listen to,
and there's so much that i cannot.
and i would give the world
to anyone
who could erase me for a few days.
i would be the shavings
off of a pencil that decorate a classroom floor.
and i wouldn't even mind.