What if we were always happy and content like this? What if I always had you? Where would we live, what would we do? Would it even matter? What if it rained, what if the sun didn't come out? Would it even matter? What happens when they take our house away or when we can't afford the simplicities? What would happen if I was diagnosed with a disease? Would it even matter? Would we still be happy? And then what? The sun will explode one day, will I be in your arms? And then what? You told me not to worry. Everything will be okay. Forever, you said. And then what? What's after the sun explodes or the clocks stop ticking? You told me not to worry. And then what? And then? What's next? It was never about now. I still write in past tense and I'll forever think about the future. It's because I'm happy now, why would I worry about now? I'll worry about the end and the beginnings of ends. I'll worry about what's next, what's after that, and if I can stop it. I want it to be now forever. Content, happy, peaceful. And then what? No, it's now. What's now? Not tomorrow, not yesterday. Who cares if the sun will explode 2 decades from now? Who cares if it never does? All we have is right now. No more and then what's, no more what's next. We'll find out what's next when next happens, but for now, it's now.
