here i am

scared to die

but i think about it all the time

and i wish i didn’t cry

planning for the end

but that’s not really true

cuz all i really do

is take too many photos

and try to do it all.

i hope my dad lives forever

i want him to grow up with me-

i want him to tell me when i’m wrong

and climb the highest trees

because he tells me bout the good old days

how those are now for Me,

and here i am just worrying

of when we’ll cease existing