End of the World, According to the Moon

At the end of a bad day, desperate to get away from it all, I said Fuck it and stuck my head in the sand. 

All the way in. Well past my ears. 

Know what I saw? 

Cigarette butts and plastic bags. 

Lunging upward for air, lungs bursting, I overshot the surface and landed atop the clouds. Right next to the moon. 

He was taking a well-deserved smoke break.

Moon said, Looks like you got things on your mind.

I asked him, Is the world ending?

Well, Bub, Moon shrugged, It sure as hell ain’t going back to the beginning.

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