i used the fear the endings.the last sentences filled with hate,the noise of boots slamming against the pavement while stepping in puddles and the screeching of brakes.
i used to fear how it would all end but now i've understood the end never truly comes.you will say tomorrow when the clock strikes the hour you wish,you will leave the city and escape into the fields of gold of the country side but tomorrow never comes,only today does.because now you're lying on fallen leaves staring at the beautiful blue canvas called the sky and rain is dripping from it making you think of paint.5 years have passed and it is still today.you now look in the mirror and see gray hair framing your face and a worn-down look in your eyes and you remember that it was a old 'today' ago when your hair was still as red and fiery as your essence.but then remember since we have a lifetime of todays that we are currently using up until our lungs give out or our hearts stop playing their rhythm,i suggest we live every today as wildly as we can because yes it does come everyday but then also it never comes again.so live your todays.live them with all you've got.
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Inkables
Poetryhere is where the words get out,here is where i get to shout. [inkables isn't a real word so no you cannot use it in scrabble.also beware,lowercase is fully intended because it is very aesthetically pleasing.don't say i didn't warn you.]
