2024 - 09 - 03
  a fitting end 


  I stopped by a grave today. I have been for the past few
  years every other week. Just to spend a buck on a candle and
  tuck a cigarette under the headstone. Said a few words, wished
  he were there to see it all. Wondering what'd he think.

  It's all just overgrown now in wild rose and some type of 
  a blue berry bush. Nobody else visits anymore. I think it was
  poetic. The stone-carved maid covered in sticky branches.

  I lit the candle and sat down by the plot, watching it burn for
  a while, wondering if the bush leaves would somehow catch fire
  and engulf the entire cemetery in flames.

  As I sat there, running a pencil over the cheapest notebook
  I could purchase on my way to the graveyard, imagining him
  guiding my hand, I think I realized then, looking at the image
  appear under my strokes, I wasted it all.
 
  The culmination of bad decisions and idiotic dreams catches up
  with you eventually - and as it would seem - it catches up with
  you the moment it's certain you have no room to turn back.

  Let it all be forgotten, aspirations overwritten by more fools
  who come after, all eventually boiled away im a pot of prophesised
  mediocrity, and the castration of all will.

  What's there to lose, when one already has nothing. A good sturdy
  plank to walk. 

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