This Can't Just Be Another One of Those Lies They Tell Little Kids

"...And they lived happily ever after.

The End."

The End.

The End.

The End.

Doesn't it echo through your head?

When you are dead,

is that when it ends?

No breath, no pulse,

no life?

or does it end,

when you

Close The Book?

But don't you take a second look?

And open it again?

Maybe it never ends.

But then all of the stories-

they would be lies.

But didn't we know that already?

Song of Seals

It's like...

When you save the perfect day

to wear you're favorite underwear,

and you laid it out on your floor the night before

(even though you never do that)

so getting out of bed

is slightly more bearable,

and you take off your pj's

they are now a lump on the floor,

as always

(I should really try to kick that habit),

Now, you step into the underwear,

*the moment we've all been waiting for*

left leg,

then right,

-this can't be rushed-

and before you continue getting dressed,

you MUST

-stop-

and soak in

how

un-

-be-

-lieve-

-ably

great

(confident!)

this

tiny

piece

of

thinly

striped

material

makesyoufeel.

the pants/shorts/skirt/leggings/(jeggings?)/whatever-else-is-in-style-these-days

must go on next

(unfortunately),

but any time that day

you

gotothebathroom

or

changeintoyoursoccershorts

or

takeashower,

you smile to yourself,

at the little

secret

you are carrying around

your ass is carrying around.

Yes, this is what it's like precisely.

Do you know the feeling?