Oblivion

When I am older I hope to write about endless summers and sweet kisses in between

There must be a silver lining written somewhere in poetry

I’d like a vibrant sun to rain upon my skin and shower me with flecks of happiness

I want to be lost in laughter, drowning in bliss

How unfortunate the human condition is that I, a fragile soul, should have to die before I live.

Possibly the unknown is the greatest gift I have received and soon my young eyes will see what

I’ve been brutally missing.

I write this in desperate need of something to look forward to.

I used to be afraid of oblivion, but now it’s the only thing bringing me a smidge of hope.