KABOOM

Five is a flash in the pan. A flood. Both more and less than you were hoping for.

Forgetting what the point of this is, anyway? And maybe, just maybe, I'm putting Way Too Much On It.

But when it feels this big and so very crucial, I could write a million poems about it. Also: short stories, text messages, Facebook status updates.

But blowing it all the fuck away is probably a better idea. I'm hiring this guy for demolition, he's jaunty:



Oh and also. Five finds you wondering if you did the best you could. You did not. But no one ever really does, boo. You wonder if there's anything you could have done to make it better. Probably. Try harder next time, is all.