How about getting off of these antibiotics?
How about stopping eating when i’m filled up?
How about them transparent dangling carrots?
How about that ever elusive kudo?

Thank you, India.
Thank you, terror.
Thank you, disillusionment.
Thank you, frailty.
Thank you, consequence.
Thank you, thank you, silence.

How about me not blaming you for everything?
How about me enjoying the moment for once?
How about how good it feels to finally forgive you?
How about grieving it all one at a time?

Thank you, India.
Thank you, terror.
Thank you, disillusionment.
Thank you, frailty.
Thank you, consequence.
Thank you, thank you, silence.

The moment I let go of it was,
the moment I got more than I could handle.
The moment I jumped off of it was,
the moment I touched down.

How about no longer being masochistic?
How about remembering your divinity?
How about unabashedly bawling your eyes out?
How about not equating death with stopping?

Thank you, India.
Thank you, providence.
Thank you, disillusionment.
Thank you, nothingness.
Thank you, clarity.
Thank you, thank you silence.

Thank You :: Alanis Morissette

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