Pointless:

Life is Good Enough

Every so often I

See through the muck and there’s

A realization that

Maybe life is good.

Maybe there’s no angst to

Fill my head to bursting and

Compress my lungs like the

Air’s been sucked out of me

With a vacuum.

It’s stupid to wish there was something

Wrong just to pretend that

I’m not boring.

So.

I won’t try to pretend.

Not anymore.

There are no wells from which to draw

words

Of anguish

Except to say that

My shadow has bigger boobs than me.

A/N: I think I'm just overcome by the excitement of uploading.