Don't confuse what I say with honesty

I just had the stunning realisation that I can post all the poetry I want in this journal. Yeah yeah. Don't hold it against me. I've been awake all night and listening to the same song for hours. I'm having a slow moment.



A Path
by Dallas Clayton

A.
If you do not accomplish the goals
you had when you were sixteen
you will be troubled the rest of your life
and will inevitably replace them with new goals
that are less fun and involve
a fear of failure.

B.
The best conversations
you will ever have
will happen
on a front porch
just before dawn.

You will be wearing your socks
cut off shorts
and wondering if you should
hold out for breakfast.

C.
The two best ways to die
are laughing
and in battle.


Something about it makes me think of Sakura. Okay, it also makes me kind of think of writing something involving Sakura and growing up to accomplish her new goals but never able to forget how simple it was to want the things she couldn't have and chasing dreams with no thought of shame or dignity. There would also be a gratuitous summer sunrise scene. Maybe pancakes. (I love pancakes so much. They are almost the perfect food). I could totally write this. It might even have a happy ending.... *looks at giant list of unfinished/unstarted projects*

Yeah. That's not happening for a while. Like, not until my next life. *hangs head*