An old man
Silver hair
Reeking of alcohol and regret
Creases on his forhead from a constant scowl
Spends his days not knowing if he was unhappy with himself or the world around him
Spends his nights not knowing what part of him did he lose that made him this way
A little boy
Full of energy
A smile thats disgustingly genuine
Who loves to yell and sing and dance
Spends his days wondering where life will take him
Spends his nights watching movies and listening to music, being inspired and wanting to grow up to show off what he has to offer the world
They both live together in me
and like usual housemates,
They clash
The old man gets angry at the little boy
Who has his delusions of grandeur
the sadness that comes with age
screaming at the child
And screaming at me
the little boy gets frustrated with the old man
Who never allows himself to see life's beauty
and would rather sob and focus on the negative
the boy says cynicism is unhealthy
For the old man
And me
But on some days, they help
The old man keeps me grounded
and reminds me its okay to feel negative emotions
he makes me question my decisions
Stopping me from becoming Icarus
The little boy reminds me that I'm alive
And that being alive means I can experience beautiful things
like love, art and rain
and he tells me to appreciate all of these things
the old man
And the little boy
I don't know where they came from
and i don't know if they live in me, or I actually am them both
But in the end they make me who I am
And I need them both
