I am the opposite.
everyday i thin about
my next vacation,
at night i think about
the next tryst,
the next date with my
woman in a the restaurant
that newly opened in
town
the next picnic in a faraway
beach with all white sand,
the next movie this coming
thursday,
the vacation in korea this
september,
all the nice things to come.
and i think i am not dying.
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