My Bucket List

For one to mark off a box in completion, then comes a sense of joy. But what's confusing is that all the tasks he did as a boy. To feel what you want to be able to is a privilege of itself, to experience emotions in which you have not felt, sympathy and guilt are on my top shelf. My bucket list is not filled brim with black cats, nor is it filled with sorrow. Instead i want to reach into my hat, and pull out my feelings of tomorrow. A feeling in which i have never felt is something i wish to see. As for the thoughts i find inside of myself make it difficult for me to breathe. Longing to be pushed into other shoes, i do my best to make them fit. But with the blisters and the rashes I should probably assume that their just not my width.