Brycycle

dust

i like to fantasise

about what it’s like,

to just

disappear.

 

i don’t mean like

a kidnapping,

i mean

literally - into dust.

 

to not have a

mind that is plagued,

for it all to

just fade away.

 

no repercussions

no after effects,

just simply

not existing.

 

it sounds so strange

but feels,

so

peaceful.

Comments1

  • Doggerel Dave

    Fantasy will become reality one day - there is nothing on this earth more certain.
    In the meantime, what about a bit of living?



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