Growing up a heartbeat away from eternity
(only with my bestie)

UBIK—
Behind hundreds of crumbled lands
There was a bed of ocean
Swinging tiny boats of joy
There was a small village
Full of ride and grace 
And behind it,
There was a man,
But who can tell who he is?
 
Behind tons of cotton smoke
There were iron birds
Waving hello to each other
There were glittery stars
Kissing astrology away
And behind it,
There was a man,
But who can tell who he is?
 
Along this concrete asphalt,
Right at the end of this long cave tunnel,
There was a busy street
Who didn't know how to breathe
Around the boulevard of empty spaces
Among those silent strangers,
There was a man,
But who can tell who he is?
 
Now let me tell you a story.
 
Four years ago
The cheapest phone was acclaimed 
And asked myself to think of a new name
For a boy, a refuge in the new city of reverie
Not tweeting out expanded dreams or accessory
Not alluring pretty faces for recovery
But to give this poem to someone galore
But who can tell whose this is?
 
I wrote thousands of poetry
From the past seven years of apathy
Ariss and Shai,
The best people could fly
Both blessed this fresh little guy
Into the ink and quills of July.
 
A few more moons grew
I found myself on writco,
The first few steps were always the hardest
But among those genius writers of best
There was a man who suddenly pressed
The button on my chest
"You're a beautiful human being!"
I used to never believe him in anything
But his consistent upbringing
Faithful to his words, always loving.
 
I wrote thousands of poetry
From the past seven years of apathy
I guess I won't be publishing it anymore,
But there's one more person
I want to read it soon,
Who can tell who it will be?
 
And last year,
In my December pain,
I went back to my parents's house 
'Cause my body sank in depression and illness.
 
My...