September 7th

There's an ominous death
lingering in my head
and for as long as I don't understand it
I'm dying

If happiness is fragmented
it sits like continents upon the sadness
never letting it go away
but doubling up
to form something
accessible

what happens in the gaps between the fragments
is of little sentiment
as I sit in the middle of a continent now.
I can only hope for my sake
that the heat from the molten rock
kills me instantly
and I don't have to overcompensate
for the feeling of falling between fragmented happiness.