I spend a lot of time above water. In fact, I spend most of my time in my room. Lately that's made me wonder if I've given up on trying to be someone new. Because I don't like who I see, each morning when I look in the mirror. In fact it's the only thing I fear, that I'm empty inside these bones. I'm not scared of ghosts, I embrace them all as friends, because one day I'll be dead, and they will know my name. So I've been counting down my life, existing in hours, to see what I have left.
If I see 25, i'll be surprised. If I see 32, I'll take every letter I wrote to you and bury them alive. If I see 44, well I haven't thought that far.