remember how we used to bend reality like it was taffy bending through our fingers?

we would be Ninjas and be masters of the most complex martial arts

remember how we used to be told not to stare at the sun?

never did because we were scared that we would be blind forever

remember when we would tell ghost stories?

never realizing that one day we will become ghosts ourselves

no one ever thinks that their life is the best life

no one is ever satisfied

because nothing is ever screwed down it is only screwed up.

this missing piece of you is like a never-ending hole that expands every time i think about Donny