And miles to go before I sleep.

Miserable as it sounds,

sometimes I get tired of being me.

I mean, I sit here till 2 in the morning.

Wishing that I am anyone but me.

I wish I was skinnier, taller, full of impulsive dreams.

Trivial thoughts, spontaneous beauty.

But I'm not. I'm not anything I desire to be.

I'm just, well.

Me?

Sometimes, you think you've got all the time in the world.

It happens everyday.

5 more minutes till you wake up.

Half an hour before your movie's over.

A day more before you see the doctor.

A week more before you study.

A month more before you get a job.

A year more before you settle down in a proper uni.

What if you had every single day back?
What if you could live day to day, knowing that you'll always subsist?

I'm not judging based on the blank idea that I want to live forever.

But forever brings about a change.

If I had forever,

I would eat as much as possible.

And then lose all that weight in a few months.

I'd dye my hair a million colors.

Hide out each day watching reruns of missing episodes from HIMYM.

Eat popcorn, get inked.

Get a different job every month.

A sales assistant, a tattoo artist, a graphic tee shirt designer.

That's why the infinite is intriguing.

That's why the infinite is both impossible, and beauty.

Torturous yet it gives you time to immerse in a world of peace.

Most people think like such trivial children.

Like tattoos are a symbol of rebellion.

But for me it's not.

It's an illusion that even if I don't live forever,

I'll always have it with me for the rest of my life.

So there you have it, the first and last reason to get my very first ink on my body.

TUNING INTO: For You - David Ryan Harris

By the time I finally reach your garden's gate,

I've got 19 steps to your door.