Why,

are we impressed with youth?

Why is it more admirable when a 15 year-old wrote a song? Are we not equals? Should we not be judged by result alone?

If they succeed with less, so what?

Youth is fleeting, and we’re pulling it strand by strand apart. Scrambling to not get left behind, but now that I’m here, my feet ache and I’m worn out.

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I said I wanted to be a writer.

So

why not go for it

why take the safe, well-tramped road that ends in an obvious destination?

I might just want to want to be a writer; after all reality always fall short to lifelong inflated expectations.

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Sometimes I wish I never got the privilege to see, taste, and experience all the nice things in life so soon, because now, as I imagine drug addicts must feel, everything’s lame, insignificant. And so, I wish I know when exactly I’d die, so I can snort cocaine just once, how great would that be-

I’m young, they say; a long way to go. Yeah, but not. keen.

It’s a long windy way to when I can stop pretending it matters.

I'll be there and strong

eat my heart and bear on

Promise I won't give up on either of us

or break down like today

like yesterday

I promise tomorrow

Maybe tomorrow, I say.

I'd wake up at seven on the dot, and have milk for breakfast. (150)

I'd have two litres of water and gum for lunch . (10)

I'd have an apple for dinner. (100)

I'd trace along my hips, and bones will grace my fingertips.

Maybe tomorrow.