a Departure

…for everything

Night fell on me writing this

And I ran out of paper

So I crossed the name out

At the top of the page

Not sure why I'm even writing this

But I guess it feels right

It sort of feels like I have to

Like an exorcism

I guess that makes me sound crazy

But that's alright

Lately I feel like I might be

Not that I've heard any voices or anything

Just like that everyday kind

Where you forget things you shouldn't

And you think too much about death

Maybe you know what I'm talking about?

Or maybe you would have known?

Or had known? Is it once knew?

I don't know what tense to use

I know I never used to feel like this

I used to never think of death or hear voices

I used to feel like everything was perfectly in order

A normal life

but I guess then came a departure

That I know you understand

Or would've understood

I guess things changed after that

And I'm mostly scared now

But it's there in the stories

Or whatever they are

You can see it

Anybody could

if they could look

I wrote some notes in the

Margins explaining it

The rest is in between lines

Or in the fine print

First

the feeling of abandonment

Then trying to cope

Then death and hope and the thing itself

Waiting for me

It's all there in the pages

Ahead of here

It's there

waiting for you

Or for me; I'm not sure

The whole story

For everything

For everything