Wednesday, November 28, 2012


I want the world to end.
I want to die, but not alone.
I want no one left to feel sadness.
In a way, that is the only way happiness will persevere.


  1. I made a backup.
    A backup of happiness.
    I put it in a bottle and sent it hurtling across space;
    in an orbit like Halley's.
    Maybe the next dominant species will capture it;
    and open it,
    and smell the smell of the first rain.