Daylight

Do I miss them for their wisdom 
or because they're dead?

Is it the idea of remembering someone?

Or the fact that you can think them up to be whatever you want 

no body to dispute it

For the dead will be dead

Whether they are alive or not

Doesn't matter

No memory serves well

No way to confirm eccentricities or idiosyncrasies 

It didn't matter to me when they were alive

So why do i care now?

What do i bring to the feast of sorrow?

When did I ever give a shit about him?

I don't care about what is alive

What he has left after him

My behaviour says 

"it's all all dead"

So why do i catch myself thinking back to him?

I hope you never find yourself waiting for the sun to rise

For it would be the longest night you'll spend

Sorryforyourloss

Somtimes 

When my teeth hurt at night

I think I'm rotting;

And one day

All my teeth will fall out.

And when my knees ache in the cold

I feel just like my mother

Though I'm still 20

My bones feel older

Blood shot eyes from staring 

I feel like my father 

I think I've gotten off track 

I have my mother's eyes and my father's face.

I'm shorter but I want to lift up the world

So i can overthrow it.

I don't actually know what I want.

Runt.

I feel like a genius 

I feel like a burnout

I feel average 

I feel depressed

There it is

The toothache

The embodiment of my agony.

Have my emotions gotten tired of me?

Are they trying to swim?

My eyes feel sticky

I don't close them often enough

They're drying out 

I try to drink more water

But i wish I could lick my eyes like geckos do

To make up for the irritation.

Irritation 

Everyone is so nice and so pleased to meet you 

And I'm such a delight for I am still alive.

Wonder what could be said if I wasn't

"So True" "Genuinely" "Literally" "Absolutely" 

And the little abundant giggles will be my redemption.