the end is always lonely. you can travel to the ends of the world and back again with your closest friends but the end, but the death part is always done alone. there is no glory in death, there is no honor or power. there is only weakness and coldness and some foreign sense of freedom that we don't talk about in case people got ideas or something. but this was the end for you, and you were alone. it was cold, so cold that you couldn't feel your hands and your eyes swelled with warm tears that froze halfway down your frost bitten cheeks. you were weak, but you stood on your own two feet and overlooked the end, the apocalyptic wasteland of a life that you lived and you stood with shaky knees and shakier hands. in that moment, at the end, balanced between worlds and having a sense of surreal peace and clarity, you felt something in you beat again. because you are me and i am you. the end was never supposed to be like this, but this is always the way it has been and how it always will be.
my god, i hope this freak show never ends.
The End.
