he was a popular chiropractor who worked in a neighborhood that i often frequent.
beaten to death.
why are we doing this weird little dance down here,
always pretending we’re gonna be here forever.
some jackhole can just enter our little world and blow out our brief candle.
or a car crash happens and we’re no longer princess of earth.
why do we live in the same place, date the same person, do the same things.
this planet is huge, why arent we exploring.
this life is quick, why arent we living.
by we i mean me.
theres so much inside me, theres so much i want to do, theres so much
why am i sitting on it.
is it even still in there