My existence is painful, and i wish to withdraw from the competition of life. in a rapid stream of flowing water, i alone experience constant traumatizing experiences when they'd promise to change. i alone can only do so much, because there is no one else. i wish to scatter like a kaleidoscope of butterflies; to be what humans cannot perceive, believe nor conceptualize. scatter, and rest, because your body is done holding you upright anymore. let those wings fall; existence is exhausting, and mother doesn't care for you. let me fall, and let it be great enough to leave an impact crater full of iridescent dust. i've always dreamt of suicide.
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