Have you ever cried when the sun comes up,
Not from the beauty but the thought that it maybe your last.
The little things to cross off the bucket list and enjoy just one more time.
Have you ever felt so defeated, no drive to continued that you just wait for the ineditable end.
When your soul can finally rest and see his face again.
Every magical moment, feels tainted with dread.
Knowing that ill be gone, so I breath it in..
one last time.
How do i tell them, when we're laughing and seemingly having fun, that this is probably the last time.
There wont be another one.
So ill enjoy the little things while im still here, Cause this is The End. I have nothing left to give. The road stops here. I tried. And thats what matters. Right?
~@ng3!
