The people who love me want me to be immortal and I’m afraid to tell them that one day I’m gonna die.
Sometimes the days that start the worst and last the longest can end in the most beautiful way.
The only reason I’m glad my memory sucks is because I can re-watch my favourite shows and still enjoy them like it was the first time.
It might come down to a single thought, a moment where you react without fear. That split second, hairs width time frame where you get to show yourself who and what you are.
I found myself at the bottom of a bottle, broken at the base of the stairs and dancing on broken glass.
My eyes can only see so far
and in the burden of distance
all I really have
are these interpretations.
Any time your name comes to mind
I always hear
the same song in my head.
It twists my memories
into something more obscure
and as your name
cuts itself into me
I feel more like a witness,
someone taking notes
just so they remember the only person
they’ve ever known.
There’s something about
the space between buildings
that lets us forget,
it lets us walk past it like a graveyard
where garbage meets discarded people
and dumpsters hold more than we’re willing to say.