In books I learn 

In writing I disappear…

I wonder why I feel the 

need to disappear in the first place?

why is existing so terrible? 

Perhaps it’s dull? 

or maybe because we

feel the need to strive, to fight, to create?

I didn’t have any expectations 

growing up

Though, there were

a lot of promises

made

I find that children are the best

escape artists

because they disappear 

all the time 

even though they

are the ones that see the world

through an explorers eyes

perhaps living has always been 

dull?

Look around the corner,

What could it be?

that’s interesting,

not what it actually is

We got tired of that shit at age 3