A thing I ended up doing · 7:55pm Oct 26th, 2016
I was suppose to do a list poem. I'm not a hundred percent sure this is one.
I often find myself dreaming of the past and future.
Though I enjoy the imaginary the most.
whether it be the happiness of couples, to the frozen wasteland.
Though death seems to follow them all.
Whether they show reluctance, or bring an unnatural ferocity.
They always seem to get the happy ending.
Though the stories are still being written.
Though they normally have children.
So even when it's written and people see their lives.
Someone can pass the torch along.
Even if there six feet in the ground.
"I feel like you put a little too much emotion in it".
"Kinkajou don't bother me about this".
"Wait how can they pass along a torch even if there dead"?
"You figure it out".
