Apr 1, 2016
This is the way the world ends : (and then everything explodes) I lost my place (no Superman was there to catch me) Time coming and going and I tucked my head into my arms, hoping that when at last I lift it again, the world will have turned over, as it does, and these days that struggle and stumble their way through that which I call time will have passed through, a yearly unwelcome visitor. This is the way the world ends: quietly, and each moment until it doesn’t anymore. (and no Superman was there to catch me.) I guess someone else needed catching more.