Dystopia.

I wonder about people sometimes.

I wonder if they miss loosing their breath with me.

I wonder if they miss that pain in their stomach from laughing too much. 

I wonder if they miss how I'd be the only one laughing at their jokes. 

I wonder, do you miss me at all, dude?

Eh. I'm really good, though. I just miss ya.

"People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be” 
--Abe Lincoln

 

Some days are better than others, but

This is me.

And I am happy at last.