Mis Tripas

what's up; don't fret

"You ever just have one of those days?" I asked her. I looked over at her and felt a certain ease in her eyes, "Agh I can't, like, explain it well. Sometimes I'm feeling alright sometimes I'm so frustrated with myself I just," He held her cheek in his palm it felt as if it was fading. "Sometimes I feel like it's difficult to be honest, and if I am honest, it feels disingenuous, I feel like this won't end even though I'm sure it all will, everything will fade, at least, that's what they tell me." I looked up at the stars and held her closer than ever before. Laying on a trampoline in her backyard was not that night I had in mind, she had offered company after hearing a bad news. "Your parents are gonna find us here, I feel it."
"Do you want it to fade?" She asked.

"What do you mean by IT? I guess I want a lot of things to fade away into nothing, depends on what you mean,"

"You want to fade, don't you?

"Sometimes, not at the moment," I kissed her cheek and felt her smile with my lips. "Sometimes."

"I never want to fade, I want to be immortal,"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I want to see things way beyond me, I dunno, I don't believe what they say about seeing your loved ones die, outliving them, I don't believe it. Really I think I'd just worry about myself, maybe that's a little ignorant," She looked at my chest and placed her hand on my shoulder, "The way I look at it is, well, nobody's really ever been immortal, so why do they get to decide on my it's such a negative thing, I think I could do a lot of cool shit."

I kissed her eyebrow, "Maybe you can be immortal, and still die like the rest of us?"

"How?"

"Do, like, lots of cool shit, maybe write an honest book, maybe lead a movement you believe. I dunno." I kiss her nose and felt like whispering to her as its a delicate matter, "I'd say you're almost there, or at least on your way, you're top of the class." I looked down at her.

"What is it?"

"Eh, nothing its stupid,"

She stayed quiet, I breathe in and knew where I was.

"Well, sometimes I feel like, like I can't make you happy. Sometimes I feel like I'm boring, even though I know that's not true," I combed her hair with my fingers it felt cool against the night air. "I think I've got a lot to say, but sometimes I don't know how to say them, I don't know if I'll be happy with what I'll hear in return," I lay back against the trampoline and let go of her, I looked up at the night sky and watched the few stars in the sky, the moon wasn't in sight, the night was totally unimpressive. "Why'd you even call me over? Is it because of my dad?"

"Mr. Gomez told the class that there were complications, we're here for you."

"Thanks."