Night,
Honest, selfish despair
the funny thing about death is that once it touches you and you get devastated by it, it leaves a subtle kind of mark behind. you become more aware of your own mortality and certain end. it could be you in the ground tomorrow.
out like a light.
gone forever.
but that doesn’t faze you much. what terrifies you so much that you miss a few breaths is the possibility of it being someone that holds a chunk of your heart. the very blood in your veins freezes as you see the faces of such people in your mind’s eye. and all you can selfishly think is:
‘please God no. i don’t know how i will survive this.’
no, it is definitely not your finest moment.
but the complete honesty of it would shame the hypocrite.
Juicy Raindrops! ♡
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