death seeker
I'll try not to slip on the cursive
And snap my neck
Maybe it's something that you haven't read
But I know for sure, It's something I've said
Atleast a few times before now
I'm a death seeker and my clock is counting down
sselerac
So stupid,
So care-free,
Who are you trying to be?
The aesthetic is set in stone but the colors are all wrong
one with the body of the rising sun
I am remembering to be myself
And moving on is for the best.
Still, I question the absense of your existence.
The way you carried me into the sky and acted absurd
With cut off wings, you can not still be a bird.
So, I'll rise with the sun
And remember to be someone.
YOU ARE READING
•existence
Espiritual//a series of life writings// some based on one person, some based on another, some on non existant people
