"There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that

he's

in there."

bukowski.

Why?
Justify?
You can't just seep into the sand
Pretend I understand.

I believed
in we.
Whatever.
Lets sever...

Life is too short
too sweet,
too uncertain.
I am just gonna close the curtain,
End the burden.

Good intentions,
Great sensations.
I just want to be me
days continued
without end.