#11:09pm

We write diaries

We take pictures

We tell stories

Make notes

Compile books

Draw maps

We do everything we can

To record what has happened

What we did

What we saw

Who we met

What we learned

We want so badly to remember

And to leave behind remnants

That others can remember us by

And we dig up ancient ruins

And study their artefacts

And translate their writings

Because we want to know them

And we want to remember them

We’re obsessed with remembering

Remembering our friends our family our ancestors our neighbours

Remembering ourselves and our history

We mark the graves of people we love

So we can remember them long after their bodies have mixed with the earth

We take out old albums and look through them every now and then

Remembering people we haven’t heard from in decades

We read stories of people we never even met

Heroes and writers, musicians and fighters

And we miss them all the same

We say please don’t leave me don’t forget me

I promise I’ll never forget you

I could never forget you

And all the while we’re scared

We’re so scared

That despite all our best efforts

that's not right, is it?

it shouldn't be hard to even just make something up. making something up probably would've done me more good than what i wrote down, anyway.

but i remember feeling like i was pouring my heart and soul into something that only one person in the whole world was ever going to read.

that's when i had officially decided that writing was going to be my career. it's what i wanted to do–what i want to do. i don't want to write something that's only going to be seen by one human being. i want to write something that's going to be seen from hundreds of thousands of different eyeballs. i want to make an impact.

I ordered new glasses and hair dye. Yay!

Session:Nope

Music:Waker

Progress: Little itty bitty bit and I don’t technically sleep but I did nap a lot I DID FORGOT I HAD A HUMANITIES ASSIGNMENT THO SO FUCKING ME IN FACT I HAVE TWO THE I HAVEN’T DON’T BECAUSE I JUST FORGOT

My favourite thing about the sky

Is the cotton candy sunsets

They’re rarer than you think

And more beautiful than you could ever imagine

The pinks, blues, oranges and purples

All swirl together

The clouds turn into pixie dust

And the sun’s burning rays feel soft and calming

Setting a golden hue over the horizon

That seems to enhance the highlight

You put on your cheeks

Making you look ethereal

I should have known

You were always meant to be an angel

Everything seems peaceful in these moments

Cotton candy was your favourite flavour

I remember how your face lit up

When I got it for you at the Beachside Fair

You told me to look up

And there they were

The pinks, blues, oranges and purples

That you loved so dearly

Now I know why you became an angel

So you can forever swim

whats up its ya boy