he’s the one sitting
in the back of the class
wondering what it
would be like to
have the power to cause
someone to instantly
burst into flames
it makes him happy
for a while
It’s a way to channel the
inner rage
meanwhile his
grades are suffering
and the situation at home
isn’t better
but he’s past the point of
caring about any
of those
The meaning of life is to
exist as little
as possible in what the others
call reality
and get lost as much as
possible in one’s self
He’s good at it
so
for all we know
he’s living the life
of his dreams
Probably gonna start writing
in a few years
His kind usually does
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Daydreaming as a profession 