This on-sale revolution is a glimpse into something more (2)

Letting go is fake
and a little thin.
Starting something new
is purely out of some latent instinct.
Out hearts’ simultaneous beat
isn’t as good
as a real laugh or cry,
Whatever.

The weight of the heart isn’t loving.

The point of honesty is awakening.
Being drunk is real.

An end isn’t happy,
Free,
Good.

Going home isn’t a butterfly
in a jar — trapped, dead.

Moving on isn’t pointles and painful.
Your hope in anything isn’t pretty amazing.
Carbon isn’t going to break soon.

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