Thursday, 7 May 2015

Job Hunting Is As Desperate As Unrequitedly Loving

I love how you seemingly forget I exist. I love how I stupidly persist. I love how I've just let my life drift and drift. I've fallen into a black hole and I'm wondering, how do I get myself out of it? It's the perfect fit, almost as if it was made just for me. The longer I spend in it, the more comfortable I get.

If I could stretch you out on a bed like Jesus, if I could have your undivided attention, I'd read you a thesis. Each year that goes by, my life seems to fragment into more and more little pieces. But the piece with you in it, if I could, I'd forever keep it. Wear it round my neck until it wears me down like it's doing now, crawl out to sea with it, and just drown.

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