.
Isn't it amusing?
Your exhaustion is
craving your energy,
dragging away your breath.
Isn't it lovely?
Sleep is actually
the son of life,
but also,
a cousin of death.
.

I write for many reasons
I write to express things I’ve
Kept bottled up for too long
I write for the people out there
Who share a small smile at the
Fact they know  exactly  what
Is going on with me
I write for the people who read what
I write because they support me as
Much as they can and especially in this
I write for the people who these anonymous
Poems go to in hopes they see it’s about them
And how I’m feeling
But I think I write most of all to not
Be forgotten. That at some point when
I leave this place I won’t just be a dead
Branch on an old family tree that’s never
Talked about. I write so that maybe some
Future person will read it and think how
Much this important and contribute to
Whatever they call this age in future books
I write to never be forgotten and who can
Blame me? Doesn’t everyone want to be
*Immortal?