a poem
🕑 Added 2024-10-01 01:54:25 +0000 UTCi've had to kill so many in my mind
and the real dead ones;
and everyone i've ever loved
as a brother, as a sister, as a friend
as two kids driving down the highway
and riding skateboards
and walking in the snow;
they're all dead, and meeting
the face, so familiar; like a long lost
brother; sister; friend
sober and screaming;
waking up; you've been dreaming
we've been learning all along
turning 30 in a leaf storm;
the colors changing and so does the life
around it
yellow really is the color of the eyes
