I know "the end of missing someone" makes you sad.
Like how fleeting people are, how fleeting I am, how you have to be more selfish to get what you want.
You selfish, spoilt little brat.
There is no science and there is no proof that we need.
It is simply the sound of bones creaking and failing, creaking and failing.
Chorusing, spiralling down, edging itself into your memory and my present.
"This is it Joel. It's gonna be gone soon."
"I know."
"What do we do?"
"Enjoy it."
No comments:
Post a Comment