mclean

things are more different than ever before.

a new week will begin quite soon and for me it will be a new life. a new life inside this life. none of this is good. none of this is bad. none of this is even me.

maybe it will be. when the new weeks begin, that is.

the sadness pulls on the insides of my eyes and my throat and my ears. it hangs heavy off of my shoulder blades and eye lashes and collarbones.

cancer is a bummer. depression is a death sentence.

all of these things really are me. maybe when the new weeks begin, i will lose those parts. or even just lose life, altogether.

i hope for nothing but the end of this week and the end of the next one, too.