He was dressed just like me. He looked younger than when he passed but I called him Paw paw, like I did as a kid. He told me not to be like him; not to escape through a high. He told me he was sorry he wasn’t around these days. He told me how much he hoped i could forgive him. He looked so much like me. It surprised me. I felt something I find hard to articulate now. But it hit home. Even though he’s gone, I’d like to see him proud. Eh, dreams.

could this be light?

does this mean everything’s going to be alright?

one look out my window theres trees talking like people. 

i dreamt of storms, i dreamt of sound

i dreamt of gravity, keeping us around

i slept in the darkness it was lonely 

& it was silent.

& what is this love?

i don’t feel the same, i dont believe what this is could be given a name. 

i woke you were there tracing planets on my forehead…

but i’ll forget 23, like i’ll forget 17

& i’ll forget my first love like you’ll forget a daydream. 

& what of all my wild friends… and the times i’ve had with them?

we’ll all fade to grey soon on the tv station.