wph

every time the

re is uncertain

ty in my life, i 

am extremely

calm, because 

i know that w

hen it is resol

ved, i will feel h

appy or sad and 

either way, i will

feel.

After dusk, we become paranoid. Our brains, primed for hyperactive pattern seeking by millennia of evolution, can't help but tell us that that noise downstairs was an intruder, or maybe even something worse...

On my sixteenth birthday.

I curled into a ball in the frayed, silk afterglow of childhood, 

When you are old

Your skin will become like paper,

And your bones will be like the wooden ribs

Of a lantern

So that the world will see the light in your chest.

But I don't need to wait

I hung in the sky, frowning down at the city below me 

Scowling because Peter Pan went away. 

I had stretched, and my body had run away 

In the years since then. 

It is one A.M.

I am depressed, on insta.

Oh, to lead their lives

Instead