Monday, October 10, 2011

Things I miss most

I miss being able to play football, competitively. I miss hitting people. I miss being young.

I cry everytime I think about losing my father. Mock me, he means more to me than any other living thing on this earth.

I miss my fucking dog.

I miss feeling infinite.

I miss my best fucking friend.

I miss that feeling that you get when you know things are going well.

I miss being in high school.

I miss understanding the world.

I miss my dignity.

I miss getting ice cream, and figuring each other out in this game of life.

I miss summer.

I miss being with my friends at the pile up

I miss having something to look forward to.

I miss being able to end sentences in a preposition and have no one care.

I miss talking about oxford commas.

One day I'll have to realize that my father won't be there forever, and I can't hide behind his shadow. In the same breath, one day my father will be dead and I'll cherish the time that I spent with him.

People come and go, memories are forever.

Goodnight,
Wesley

P.s. I get asked if I prefer Wes or Wesley, and I don't. My family calls me Wes, my friends wesley. So I guess thats how it falls.

P.p.s. I thought I was done caring. Now I know I'm done caring. Planning the future is easy, predicting it is a bitch.

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