Seemingly suspended by nothing
Little worms that float in the air
Invisible strings
Can you imagine a life like that
Where all you had to do was hang from a wire until you reached something
The ground?
Or just floating in the air.
No identity crises when all you are hangs from a string
They don’t even have to know they’re alive
Why do we?
The leaves falling around them
Swinging in the wind
Hanging in the sun
They don’t burn
Why do we?
The tree just stands
The worms just hang
The sun is just warm
Jupiter suddenly needs attention
So there it is
Love you
No none of my joints are bent the way they should
Trying to keep as little life in me as possible
Because I’d rather someone who wants it have it.
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