Song: Daft Punk - Something about us
(if this isn't played at my funeral, i'm going to haunt the shit out of the fucker who set up the funeral)
four walls, but the same color.
one brain, but a million thoughts
trying to escape out into a single sentence.
you have this smile that i want on my wallpaper,
but i'm too shy to ask for a selfie.
i don't know why i feel alone with people all around me,
in a world that claims to be so connected
through social media and more ways to talk
to one another than a whole cigarette's ashes.
if burning means that pain is just around the lip of a match,
i've got these thoughts drenched in gasoline
ready for you to burn one.
if you find my phone, don't return it to me.
it doesn't have a passcode.
just leave your lips on it
and kiss yourself back to sleep.
i don't know another way to say hi to you,
i want to know how to really reach you.
be more than just a 'get-to-know-you' text,
something meaningful.
i want to be an energy you'd breathe out,
that is how i want to be.
YOU ARE READING
memento mori // poetry
Poetry" remember that you have to die " memento mori - /məˌmɛntəʊ ˈmɔːri/ noun an object kept as a reminder of the inevitability of death, such as a skull
