psh, this is so the story of my life. like you would not even believe.

'what do you want to be when you grow up?'

'normal!!'

I woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill,
He sang a song so lovely,
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.

He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun,
It seemed his very trilling,
Brought up the morning sun.

I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed,
Then gently shut the window
And crushed his little head.


I'm not a morning person.

 

sometimes i wonder what life would be like if i were an only child.
i wouldn't miss the siblings i never had. it would be quieter.

or what if i only had a couple siblings? would my parents be more involved? would we go on things that require having everyone capable of walking, like backpack trips? or art museums?

what if i wasn't the first kid? would i not have to try so hard? would i not get slammed so hard when i mess up? would i rise to the occasion, not set the bar? what if my parents actually knew what they were doing?