Seosamh Rankin
I swore one day that I'd never forget you, But recently I'm starting to regret that, And now when you don't bother replying, I don't think I have to, You've already forgotten me..
Don't you hate it When everything you own Owns you. It's not being pessimistic To know we're materialistic, With everything we own. Do you own your phone. No.
Like all things, it starts with a question. One in particular. What would be left of me. Would I be memorialised. Would I be a plaque on a wall somewhere. A martyr to some cause.
No matter where, no matter what, I always have this calming thought. In a small green book left back at home, are written the words "is it about a bicycle?" I always laugh..
Last night I saw, Something I'm not sure of. Last night I watched the world be resurrected. Last night I saw the slate wiped clean, But I know in time, it will be just as unclean..
Watch. Watch as the last remaining drips of your life spill from your body. Feel the warm path it leaves as it inches down your wrist.