Happily apathetic. Sweetly unstable.
Depression fuels him better than any purpose.
Love? Just a side effect of shared delusion.
He adores the rain—not for romance,
but because it asks nothing of him.
Mondays?
He survives them like scheduled curses.
He dreams of dancing to Britney,
singing a duet with Dua Lipa,
and starring in a music video
with Lady Gaga and the Backstreet Boys
(all together, without reason—because why not?).
His dreams aren’t logical.
They’re emotionally necessary.
But his final glory
the unscripted climax of his accidental story-
will be the day he becomes a giant parade balloon,
floating above New York at the Thanksgiving parade.
There, suspended mid-air, misunderstood yet fabulous,
he’ll finally become what he always was:
mildly absurd, emotionally dense, and visually unforgettable
