This is how I feel

It has been both a loud and

dull existence and there are times

when I want to disappear.  

I want a natural departure.  I want

to dissolve, my molecules 

to be set loose on the world 

in new ways. 

Like dew, evaporating into the atmosphere

at five in the morning

before the world wakes up.

Or like ice cubes

in the bottom of an empty glass.

I want to unravel like

the threads on a ratty T-shirt

worn one final time

before being folded and forgotten about.

I want to be pulled apart

by the wind

on the peak of a mountain

before the thunder comes

on an evening when the universe

is charged with electricity.

Vulnerability is a familiar face 

and I am ready to acquaint myself.

Author's Note

idk