the final entry
The rainy season has started again
and every day I find myself soaked and reeling
from the sheer marvel that I survived this long
and the fist of discontent in my gut
but I can't pretend anymore that this counts as writing
any more than I can pretend that olympia life is even close
to the world I fought valiantly to create for myself
amidst the grey clouds and the forest
because if I learned one damn thing from metaphysics
it is to never give up your dignity in the face of evil
and if I learned two things it is to buck the fuck up
and be the full owner of every mistake and circumstance
And I will not sink back into the soft lounge of complacency
I will rip this whole place down and lay new foundation if need be
leave my fear amongst the artifacts of this journal and strut away
and not stop strutting until I've left this town behind.
(this is, indeed, the final entry. thank you, thank you, thank you, reader, for being you. be well and happy. most sincerely - nick)
and every day I find myself soaked and reeling
from the sheer marvel that I survived this long
and the fist of discontent in my gut
but I can't pretend anymore that this counts as writing
any more than I can pretend that olympia life is even close
to the world I fought valiantly to create for myself
amidst the grey clouds and the forest
because if I learned one damn thing from metaphysics
it is to never give up your dignity in the face of evil
and if I learned two things it is to buck the fuck up
and be the full owner of every mistake and circumstance
And I will not sink back into the soft lounge of complacency
I will rip this whole place down and lay new foundation if need be
leave my fear amongst the artifacts of this journal and strut away
and not stop strutting until I've left this town behind.
(this is, indeed, the final entry. thank you, thank you, thank you, reader, for being you. be well and happy. most sincerely - nick)