The hardest part about waking up,
in a life full of sleepers,
is when you figure out you were the only one who did,
and the only one who didn’t bother to just go back to sleep.

But I watch over you while you repose,
in this funny little mix-up of our incarnations,
for you to finally wake up too,
and at the same time ponder
if you’ll even remember who i am once you do.

I made the wrong choice, didn’t I?


maybe when i finally get out of this hell hole, i’ll find myself a friend somewhere.
or maybe i might not.
funny how the world works, huh?