fwenz

too many people come wanting to call me friend but ultimately seek out making me a personal jester, “oh please entertain me!” endlessly, endlessly
The lines come and the empty laughs, small talk and desperation is the primary fuel, loneliness the looming fear. Still, the façade burgeons on and, all at once, will, quickly as it exploded into existence, burn out in the greatest intensity. I, left standing alone with nothing but scorch marks from that cheap star wonder at the absurdity.