Run like the wind, with my baloney sandwich in hand and my party bag filled with glow-in-the-dark Casper underooze and my mis-match sneakers that I thought were so cool.
Vanished just like a ghost in the cemetery you swear you saw, but nobody believes you, because you're the only person that it won't disappear for.
Like, the imaginary friend you've always had, that never existed really, but then REALLY didn't exist when you got real friends.
Vanished just like the tree you and that imaginary friend used to talk about your problems under. Isolated yet still in public. Just sitting there with your arm around the air sitting next to you, asking questions about life and answering yourself.
Disappearing is so overrated.
It's so vague.
Nobody can elaborate.
I just want to know what's behind it.
What happened to that shirt I wanted to wear today?
What happened to the dad I used to have?
What happened to the me I used to be?
What happened to all of my baby clothes with throw up on them?
I want them back. I wish the air didn't have to take them like that.
Or maybe, my mind has disappeared and will never come back. Maybe this is all just an illusion and disappearing isn't even real. Maybe we all need more sleep to gain composure. Maybe, we should all just go into quarantine until we're mentally stable. Or, maybe that's just me.
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