I do not understand how we spend most of our days wanting to grow up,
because growing up means growing old
and I do dislike my life,
but to be quite honest I rather live,
so I can hear you laugh
and see that little spark in your eyes than die.
I don't know how – or why
but you somehow ease my suffering
and you ease the idea that someday we will all die
and none of this will matter
ever again.
