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
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