Don't worry about a thing.

As I have told you over and over again..

It's going to be alright. I promise.

Over, and over, and over over over over over….

I will run my fingers through your hair,

As you contemplate your suicide,

As you watch the worlds fill with death,

As I watch it fill with life,

But, in truth, that is the very definition of insanity!?

Huh. But simply, a definition. I belong to no one, especially not a definition.

I watch the skies color themselves, as night passes to day

Souls exist my thoughts, pain entering

Anger filling me

An event no description can match

My dictionary is a millstone in my hands

I am supposed to always have the answers

Are you, now? Well. Isn't that...

This book is what contains all this pointlessness

A lovely denouement? Took you long enough, wise phonetician

Perhaps I am...?

Volatile. No, I stay the same, in the same pit of nothing

Ephemeral. No, my spirit still lives on, only in tattered heaps

Evanescent.

Forbearant.

I laugh to myself, my attemts rattling something that once lived in me, but no longer.

I toss it away, tossing my worries away into the earth.

I leave it behind for the next fool

Forever, in my languor, I sleep with peace.