Hanged"<br />I hung myself today. Hanged? Whatever,<br />the point is I hanged myself today and I’m still<br />hanging.<br /><br />I feel fine. Just bored. I keep hoping that<br />someone will come home and cut me down<br />but then I keep remembering that if I knew<br />someone like that I wouldn’t be up here. Bit<br />ironic, right? Or is that not ironic? I read<br />somewhere that, like, anything funny is,<br />in some way, ironic. But I don’t know if it's<br />funny or not. I don’t think my brain owns<br />“funny”, you know?<br /><br />I feel taller. I like that.<br />I’ve never been away from my shadow for<br />this long. It had always clung to my feet,<br />parting momentarily for a quick dive into<br />the swimming pool. But never for five<br />hours. I like it. There’s three feet of space<br />between my two and the floor.<br /><br />I wanted something this morning. I may be<br />stuck. But at least I’m three feet closer to it.