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A week of echoesEchoes from the past
Feel old feelingsStale obfuscated
Steel bridge rustFall in my face
People tell meNo one asks me
Can I just disappear to the South Pacific?
Their skewed opinionsNo one is truly interested in what I am trying to say
Is it ok to just disappear one day? Not in a bad way, just to decouple from the massive flood of disinterest
Appearing in a new world without memories
Enewetak Atoll seems to be nice this time of the year?
A place where people are truly curious and creativeNot only saying, but doing in honesty, in discomfortNot only concerned with their own well-being
Or is the level of ignorance so extreme that it won't be possible?
Slowly disengaging from this epic waste of time
Slowly dismantling myselfinto small pieces I can send in packages to an unknown location
Maybe in a distant future someone with slight interest might be able to assemble
My friends Tristan, Raymond and the quiet américain are sitting at an old train station meanwhile drinking absinthe & eating morning buns thoughtfullyas they realize they might never see me again
Sadly I can feel their concernAs I tie my shoe walking and leaving from hereSilently, without a trace...