When the world ends,
I will be livetweeting,
hurried breathing,
that doesn’t translate,
to my online content.
I have to keep my aesthetic,
even if I have no time left,
smiling as my face drowns,
wondering if it was worth it.
Was anything ever worth it?
Spending more time on trains and buses,
than with people who love me,
so I can rest in someone’s investment,
that could be snatched away,
at any moment.
When it’s over,
is any of it worth it?
