Certainty:
A crutch we use
to reassure ourselves
everything is okay.
But it already was,
because things are
and thus, already
as they should be.
Certainty:
A crutch we use
to reassure ourselves
everything is okay.
But it already was,
because things are
and thus, already
as they should be.
What if tomorrow sucks?
I’ve already had worse days.
What if they don’t want me?
I’ve moved on before.
What if…?
No. What if.
For that is what bodies wanted: to come to rest. To know no more.
Dead astronauts reads like someone is telling you their fever dream and its interpretation simultaneously in the same eerie voice.
Last year, I challenged readers and myself to create a six-word-summary of the year. I think I’ll keep the tradition.
Here’s mine:
Tumultuous change and triumphant movement onward.
All the best in your new year.
Josh
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