spirited living

you’re 24

with

eyes closed to

books you haven’t read

songs you haven’t played

canvases you haven’t touched

friends you haven’t seen

jokes you haven’t told

waiting to turn 25

with whatever it is that happens

when you no longer do

*

i am the ghost

i was warned of

when i was living happy youth

and not disappearing through walls

with the hung painted

memories of then

*

how nice

is it to not need

to go anywhere

while remaining lost

inside

*

i hope that

in the end of it

you found the happiness

you pretended to have

in with for by through

hopeless me