odds.

for my grandpa. <3.

"It's all for the sake of the ride"

it's incredible.

I pushed past your 'expectations',

your 'odds'

your...

hopes.

and look at me now.

"how does it feel, just like a dream"?

did I amaze you?

sitting now, a living miracle?

I miss you.

somehow my odds don't matter anymore.

you're dead.

I understood that.

I remember staring, straight ahead saying.

"this sucks"

my first instinct was to join you,

and I realized.

God wants me to live.

I beat the odds.

 

 

...right?