4/5/17
why do I always start missing people when they're here
and appreciating them when they are gone.
dread is in my heart from day one
and I think with that more than with my own brain.
the end
the end is near it calls.
beckoning me into the great land of detached and disconnected souls.
they'll leave you but I never will, my dread says.
I'll always be here, even when they're long gone.
