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• 1 2018-10-13T07:19:06-07:00 the go fund mes never end 17 By Alex Rafaelov image_header 2019-01-14T03:04:46-08:00

  By Alex Rafealov
  
  I talk about my traumas on my finsta account hope to turn these memories into stories

  We all sit around the pit fire that is the internet and exchange ghost stories of our past

  Hope to turn these please for help into prayers and then into miracles

  I’ve been linking too many go fundmes to my instagram account

  All the money in the world and there still isn’t enough to pay the funeral costs

  I’ve been reposting pictures of missing children who wandered off to the moon and never

  came back

  I hope they

  Come back

  And if not

  I hope they land somewhere amongst the stars

  We drink and drink and drink like coke and rum came from the fountain of youth

  We don’t feel real

  When the world is dancing beneath your feet and your head is too fucked up to to notice

  the difference between dirt and the sky anything feels real

  People say they get fucked up to escape reality but we lost reality’s definition long ago

  We know nothing about it

  Everything seems like reality now even when it isn’t

  Even when I’m disassociated from life

  It doesn’t feel like the world isn’t there it feels like I’m not there like

  Like I’m the one who’s not real

  It’s normal for me to not feel real

  That place in limbo is almost like my second home

  I was scrolling through my twitter feed the other day and every other post is

  A political hoax or a missing kid

  Sometimes I want to believe the government is some giant allusion made to scare us like

  the boogie man

  Sometimes I wanna believe all those kids ran away and came back home after a day or

  too

  But go fund mes never end

  And we just keep adding up the funeral costs

  We share our grief and condolences in the comments section and virtually tell the world

  things will get better

  But at the end of the day

  I go home to empty bottles of wine and empty some more just to pass the time

  I go home and wonder if I’m really alive

  I’m lying in my bed wondering if maybe I just