Today I realized what I'd done
I'd done the thing I set out to do
Which means I am no longer useful.
I now expect the thing
To fade away
To wilt
To die.
But it is only I who feels this Little Death.
Me.
Home alone.
Wind lashing out at the walls of my hovel.
You will feel somehow lighter when it ends.
You will roll your shoulders back and mutter to yourself about how
"Hrmph. Today is a better day."
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