GhostSlayer

Dear World, 

I am teenager. I am on the cusp of life, a time when my entire life is ahead of me yet I am beginning to feel as if some parts of it are behind me. 

Can it be nothing more than new life?

Bounding through marshes

And clover 

And buttercup

And moss

And underneath that moss

Death

I just need a paper and some pencils. 
Maybe some pillows. 
And a cozy light. 

in the beam of headlights

a flash of motion darts across dark asphalt.

brakes slam,

a breath catches in the throat. 

and the stillness of a stopped car 

there is a crack in the eye of man

like glass, the light in the fracture

is split like the millions who came before it

never to reform

Everybody has somebody — the person who is their everything and whom they never want to go without. 

It could be for a long time or a short time, a moment or an age.