The cup is full.
I can no longer absorb the things that retain our attention,
their burden is too much to bear.
I'm saying goodbye to what I don't need.
Goodbye, gunned assailants
Goodbye, facebook-shared liver cleanses
Goodbye, hatred
Goodbye, self-help anything
You're not welcome here anymore. All seats are taken. Move along, I'm sure there are chairs at other tables for you.
Goodbye, current events
Goodbye, whatever new political campaign has us up in arms
Goodbye, looming darkness that lingers in our periphery
I haven't time for you.
Goodbye, road to nowhere
Goodbye, helplessness
I'm moving on from you, old friends. I'm too tired to do this anymore. It's time for life, nothing less.
Goodbye,
Good riddance.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
The cup is full.
I can no longer absorb the things that retain our attention,
their burden is too much to bear.
I'm saying goodbye to what I don't need.
Goodbye, gunned assailants
Goodbye, facebook-shared liver cleanses
Goodbye, hatred
Goodbye, self-help anything
You're not welcome here anymore. All seats are taken. Move along, I'm sure there are chairs at other tables for you.
Goodbye, current events
Goodbye, whatever new political campaign has us up in arms
Goodbye, looming darkness that lingers in our periphery
I haven't time for you.
Goodbye, road to nowhere
Goodbye, helplessness
I'm moving on from you, old friends. I'm too tired to do this anymore. It's time for life, nothing less.
Goodbye,
Good riddance.
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