Elucidating Questions

Wanting stories of reality not the stars when it’s my one remaining place to hide, but yet master of course what can I do for you

Wake up, for nothing.

Dreaming up how many ways to die.

Dreaming up how many ways they can benefit.

Wake up in the morning thinking about how there is never home.

Wake up in the morning knowing I could never trust anything.

Wake up in the morning and once again I have been forced to remain alive.

Held breath, broken hearts, every breath taken hopefully hopefully.

But the story’s not over gleeful bullshit.

And make a wish to the sky and the wish to the sky is nothing.

The jack and the queen of spades, and yet they think I made it up.