"We had a good run didn't we?" inquires the worn voice of what used to be someone who held themself is such as way that the air around them buzzed with power and strength. After many years and trials, this weakened voice now belonged to the bedridden.
Oh, how Father-time is a thief.
"Yes Dear, we had the best." comes the reply from the person sat close beside the bed, hunched over it to hold the others hand and look them in the eye with a smile of the past as memories dance across each person's eyes.
The clock ticks on.
Even when you wish it wouldn't.
When you realise the person you care the most about in your life is gone, your whole world shatters and you feel like you just don't exist anymore.
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Train Of Thought: Delayed
RandomJust some random things that pop into my head while I'm living life and dealing with everything it throws at me. I may swear, I'm sorry. It's a coping mechanism.
