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Life. Backwards.

“In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people’s home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!”- Woody Allen

Silence

I treasure the silence.

No notes out of place,

Like a knight on his steed,

Gallantly fix my mistakes.

Calm hysteria,

My aura,

My world,

Elegantly slashed,

By a reticent sword.

I finally lay,

Thankful at last.

If the choir of quiet,

Greets me at night,

When my time to awake,

Will never see light,

Then a peaceful body,

I will be,

Engulfed by a storm,

Mute eternity.