Tiny Earthquakes

I certainly hope you do not and will not meet your demise under a pile of books unless of course there’s an earthquake or many little earthquakes, tiny earthquakes shaking the tiny bit of ground they have because God damn it it’s theirs and what’s the point of living anyway if you can’t do whatever you God damn please and I want to be young again maybe for the first time just once and I want to fly and fly and fly and I think I can I think I will I think I must I will write and write because it’s me who writes and I know I don’t know what to write down but I know it and I owe it to them to say it down, lay it down, put pen to paper, write and write until it stops hurting.