Thursday, 5 July 2018

Worms

When no one likes me, that's when I'll be free. That's when I'll be feeling totally and wholly carefree. That's when I'll be over that desperation, that craving notion that nobody wants me. I am ready to fade. From the role of my life to become an absentee. To be as synonymous with background as a painting of a landscape featuring a tree. I am ready for you to forget me. I am ready to sink back and be one of the surging faceless people moving across platforms from one train to the next. Disappearing into indifference, book-ended by regrets.

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