jasper wrie ( d1 ) wip

When you fall asleep
With your head upon my shoulders
When you're in my arms
But you've gone somewhere deeper
Are you going to age with grace?

In the end, we're all just numbers, right?

5'7" tall.

113 pounds.

1 foot of wavy, strawberry blonde hair.

17 years old.

2 X chromosomes.

Possibly 1 of the 1,564 and counting kids killed in those dreaded Hunger Games.

An ∞ of freckles spilled across 2 cheeks, 1 hawkish nose, 1 forehead, 1 delicate chin, and 1 2 3 4 skinny limbs.

2 defunct, gray-blue eyes.

But numbers are just an imaginary element that the brain invented.

So are we real?

Are you going to age without mistakes?
Are you going to age with grace,
Or only to wake and hide your face?
When oblivion is calling out your name
You always take it further than I ever can