I've been hearing that the world is ending
I've heard it so much these days I can either
Completely ignore it or never leave my house again
That is if I actually left my house for things
That don't directly enable me to keep my house, see
I've been thinking about driving nowhere
I've been thinking about becoming a box inside a locked room
Inside a dark house at the dark end of the street
I want to go away until I'm gone
It takes so much less energy to not
Exist than it does to exist and get burned
I've been burned so much I'm not me anymore
I'm a stupid puppet version of me
I've got strings that lead to nowhere
Nothing is pulling on me
I wish someone would drag my hand out of hiding
And sign my name on a dotted line
There are days that I can't find the sun
Even though its right outside my window
When getting out of bed feels like the key in the doomsday machine
So on those days this is what I tell myself
Whatever you're feeling right now there is a
Mathematical certainty that someone else is feeling that exact thing
This is not to say you're not special
This is to say thank God you aren't special
I too have kissed no one good night
I've launched myself from tall places
And hoped no one would catch me
I have ended relationships, because suddenly I was also exposed
Isolation is not safety, it's death
If no one knows you're alive, you aren't
If a tree falls in a forest and no one's around to
Hear it, it does make a sound, but then that sound is gone
I'm not saying you will find the meaning of life in other people
I'm saying other people are the life to which you provide the meaning
See, we're wrong when we say
I think therefore I am
The more we say it the more it sounds like
I think therefore I will be
You can't think yourself into a full table
You can't think and make walls and a roof appear around you
I've thought
And thought myself into corners made of words and nightmares
And what has it gotten me
But more thoughts
A currency that only buys more currency
So please
If you want to continue existing
Do something
Learn to make clouds using only your breath
Build a house even if every wall leans to the left
Love it anyway
Just like a season
Just like a child
Love how you hate yourself sometimes, because
At least there's still something to hate
I know how easy it is to think and keep
Thinking until you're the last person left on earth
Until the entire world becomes no larger than
The space between your bed and the light switch
But, I hear the world is ending soon
When we go, and we're all going to go
I will be part of it