IceGalaxy

since you’re not dead yet but you should be

swear you’ll save the world

because you’ll be the first to know and the first

to ever do anything about it.

edited version of my former work posted 2+ years ago

when i was seven

i still believed in fairy tales

i still wanted to wear a crown, be a princess

have someone look up to me and say

To be human is a complex web of 

emotion, of 

trial and error, of 

experience without knowing what lies ahead 

but still turning one's face towards the sun, accepting 

if life is but a dream for the dead

may you visit us during autumn, the eldest of the seasons

letting your fragile bones be exposed to the crisp air of october

letting your fingertips run over the bars of the cemetery gates

burn the polaroids you took this summer with the 

first lighter you ever bought, back when you were twelve

and needed to feel something that wasn't packaged, artificial