Silly

It feels so silly that I'm staying in the corner of my

mind, writing the words out of my hands,

being

afraid of myriapods,

that they are running the demons out 

of them,

that he is trying to cry the Pluto out

of him, but he doesn't know

he's kind of a beautiful place I would love 

to go to and just sit in a corner,

just like

now,

wondering about how silly the world can

be, how silly to be in the world,

but not actually being from

it,

to be asked then "Where are you from,

weirdo?", to answer easily and free

to say your home is Pluto, to say

you are from

it, to love

it, to believe 

it and not to think about how silly

it 

is anymore.