8.24.18 (Drunkly titled ‘8.24.14’)

I am sitting on a plane
on what feels like
a precipice—
an ever-changing eternity.
I had said forever
and I meant forever
with every drop of blood
coursing through my heart,
but words only travel
so far.
As things fall apart
or perhaps come together
all I can think is
FUCK FOREVER.

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