something important,
but I can't seem to grasp what it is.
Perhaps.
Yes, perhaps
it was the fact that running away is creating
evidence of my sanity,
or insanity.
Futhermore.
Perhaps.
No, realistically,
I have become even more crazed than before,
watching the flashbacks of every psychotic escapade
that extend behind me with each senseless decision taken.
It's becoming heavy as if bricks are being cemented to my feet.
I can't move.
Yet.
Then again,
Couldn't life be as riveting and exotic as any other
magical, romantic tale that Mr. Poe could conjure?
Excuse me.
Life is not something that can be lived with mere content feelings.
Mr. Poe did realize this.
Unfortunately, I cannot see death a pendulum
Oh, I believe I just realized what I was missing:
A nice rope and a blooming tree.
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