Almost Poetic

Unanswered Questions

I wonder if I’ll still be myself when I’m dead,

If I’ll stop thinking in metaphors and unfinished sentences.

If I’ll ever stop speaking suicide.

But I’ll store all our memories above my shoulders,

I know what it’s like to carry the weight of forever on your own.

Painting photographed at August House, Johannesburg.

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