When I am older I hope to write about endless summers and sweet kisses in between
There must be a silver lining written somewhere in poetry
I’d like a vibrant sun to rain upon my skin and shower me with flecks of happiness
I want to be lost in laughter, drowning in bliss
How unfortunate the human condition is that I, a fragile soul, should have to die before I live.
Possibly the unknown is the greatest gift I have received and soon my young eyes will see what
I’ve been brutally missing.
I write this in desperate need of something to look forward to.
I used to be afraid of oblivion, but now it’s the only thing bringing me a smidge of hope.