What Time Of The Year Is It Again?

It's 4 in the morning again,
I tried to see if the thought of Jimmy would visit me again,
but I guess I tried too hard.

He probably couldn't float up above all of us plain human beings again,
because of me.
While waiting for Jimmy to visit,
I was thinking of things that happened in the past.
Little bits and pieces that I forgotten.

If this blog dies.
I think the most essential part of my youth that made me what I am today,
will die.
And then,
I will die together.

Maybe it's not a bad thing,
to die.
After all,
in life, the only certainty we have,
is death.

I hear the birds,
are we close to death yet?

Why do we strive so hard?
I want symmetry in this beautiful ugly world.

Tiffany told me,
that we take people close to us for granted.
We do.
We need to change the world.

Maybe an apocalypse will be for the better after all.

Today,
I was enlightened,
by death....
The irony...

I don't have a problem.

Literature has officially taken its toll on me.
I think.

I do not write poetry.