As fate would have it, I’m exploding like a roman candle.

Apr 30

And I guess I’ll just keep going to the river to pray.
I want my sparkle back.
I’m somebody. I am somebody. I am some body.
Some body made two more bodies.
Bright little humans, we are. Consuming one another, living out bright little American dreams.
When the history books are written, we will be just shooting across the sky. I want it to count.

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