A lie I tell myself

I never had a dog growing up but there's something striking about a distant barking in music. 

I am longing for the life I lumped in with the piles of teenage strife. I'm scrambling to turn ash into a suit I can wear once again

but I won't, because I'm not 16 anymore

i collect itchy scarves in my plastic red beach bucket 

ill leave them behind

Goodbye

Today im experiencing the life you'll never see