Imagined Happiness

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Piotr Stojanow


Sisyphus by Antonio Zanachi
Sisyphus by Antonio Zanachi

It was only by chance that I wished myself into death.

Too late to feel the cold rock on my cheek.

All unfinished thoughts race to the surface of my spilling consciousness.

A futile grasp for one last breath of attention.

To imagine myself happy was enough for the punishment to end.