Now that some sort of end is approaching, I think—thank you.

To live life, to live life.

When was it, when I began to wake and slip forward into a still-to-be-lost time?

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Oh sun, sun shine, sun forward, sun lost.

Tell me how to live a life without pity.

Do you not fear, to be doing the right things wrongly?

Why do I hate myself? The indulgence. The privilege. The privilege of calling myself privileged! The falsity of my indulgence! The inability to be authentic, genuine, as other people! The fallacy of comparing myself to other people! The knowledge that soon I will be not okay! The knowledge that soon I will be okay! Not being satisfied! Feeling bitter and envious about other people! Only being happy through recognition and attention! Pathetic thinking! Pitying and pitiful.

Leave me under the blue sky, I will colour myself.