had been
procrastinating
the end of a
story

finding other
obsessions
to delay
the inevitable
drop off once
a tale is done

i have
some difficulties
letting go
occasionally

it’s funny
how much i love
being alone
while always
dreaming of
something else

when i stare
into the void
i see myself
in my unnatural state

my thoughts
cannot catch me
if i never stop
pushing forward
into the next
meaningless tale

should just write
one long ass series
then it isn’t the end
just to be continued