a little wet
it is too late for sadness,
my mind reeks of pulchritudinous detritus
time trash,
memories flash
picture an explosion like a flower
unfolding,
each petal a shade of violent fire
there are many ways,
but none the better
than to accept mortality and live by setting the next life in motion.
a word of advice:
bring an umbrella if you expect to be around depressed individuals
their sad will drip from misty eyes like thunderous clouds,
they will shout and wail like raindrops
remember that however hard you try you always get a little wet.
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