in honor of all things coming together just to fall apart

Flowersby lr21 Feb 2019

far too often i find myself wanting to dissipate;
i just don't make sense anymore
i am in a constant state
of having thoughts
who want to turn every moment
into the last one.
and when that season is finally done,
there is always another,
darker,
season.
this is less of a cry for help
and more of a...
slow-working parting notice.
my wick is burning out,
but that's okay.
instead of fighting these feelings,
its time for me to bask in them
until they finally come to an end.