To travelers

To travelers, those speeding into the next,
Where did everything begin?
Meeting during simple lives, middle school,
high, college summer camps,
now there is no structure like them, right?

I've never known anyone close
that died in a young age. Today I am still
sore because of my health, and the rain helps
support my sagging spirits, I feel like it is
still possible to get myself up.

What kind of death occurs in youth?
Departure, sadness, maturity, adulthood,
yea, I can only deal with a few right now.
You, traveler, how I know you are embracing
all possible. I sit for you today.


I bought a large New England sweater and some paintbrushes. A whole set for me now. I can't wait to use them both.


Good luck, traveler.

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