PARTY PEOPLE

Serotonin.
It goes in
and out again
up and down
fluid high
and sinking low
reasons found
and abandoned
buildings built
and then they crumble.

Nothing
in these confines
is guaranteed.
Nothing is eternal
in this reality.

They make moves
in front of me
and I’m here
watching
for a second or two
or two years later.
Neither duration matters
in the grand scheme.

The depth of the world
is muted
but they’re smiling
for nothing
and now
I’m smiling, too,
and maybe
that’s something
in the grand scheme;
maybe
Nothing means Something, too.

Nothing means Something,
too.

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