I have always been a step too far.
Even farsighted.
I go purposefully towards the end.
What even is the end?
Maybe the end is the beginning of something we hope for.
New birth.
Afterlife.
Or we are just not there anymore. Like we never existed before and forgotten by everyone.
We hope for what we want.
A promise by someone that the end is not the end right away. That it is happy.
Unfortunately, a happy ending is never a promise.
It is always just a wish.
Something we create to reach the end.
Because neither the time nor the view stand still.
So what are the glasses for?
1:19 a.m.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
Thơ cawritten by myself. based on true feelings. may be heartbreaking. for those who feel lonely. for those who are hurt. for those who loved. </3
