No, I don't want to follow Death and all of his friends.
I won't take this life for nothing, won't pass things off as if they didn't matter, won't convince myselves that there is and always will be more time. What time? Has it never occurred to me that time only exists NOW?
No, it hasn't, and I might be totally wrong. But the past is a wall mural and the future is an empty canvas. So I guess now is the time...never before has that phrase ever taken such a deep and profound meaning.
I will live the Life, I will live for the Life,
I will live through the Life, and I will let the Life live through me.
Will you?
2 comments:
my goodness.
drew boa.
i have news for you.
you write sincerity.
not you write sincerely,
not that your writing is sincere,
you capture human sincerity perfectly.
each word comes together in a pure form of authenticity.
i applaud you my boy.
by the way, that last comment, as well as this one, is andreina...i forgot to log out of my mom's account lol.
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