I'm made of death and plastic
The concrete glows like sandstone
Y'know, as if it were real
I'm voyeuristic.
I watch other people's pets and children as if they were my own.
Like Nick Caraway or something.
Their fractions of existence are just as secretly expansive as mine.
But I like not knowing.
It's probably the same reason why death fascinates me-
No one understands it-
It's the edge.
And I'm a thanatophile after all-
That's probably why He intrigues me as much as he does-
I don't know if I'd be as head over heels if he were alive
Or maybe I would be more-so
You never know, and that's my point.
But I keep on pushing-
Through art, of course-
I'm not all-out insane-
Though I have my moments, of course.
And I assure you-
One day I will fall.
But guess what-
It's worth it to fly as high as I can in pursuit of unanswerable questions.
Hi-
I'm Icarus-
I'm falling-
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