Not all hope is lost,
But it will run out when my energy does.
…
It’s holding for now,
But it won’t forever.
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Not all hope is lost,
But it will run out when my energy does.
…
It’s holding for now,
But it won’t forever.
I hope I’m different
Just a little different
In the morning
Warm life runs beyond
Horizons unreachable
Starless nightmares cold
Disconnect, alone
Weighing down others’ lips
Fear will save me now
Silence pervasive:
Battlefield spread before me
Sunrise glints sharply
I can’t see anything looking forward. It’s blank. Unknown. I can only look backwards, on what fuzzy bits I can remember.
Young woman at the coffee shop, complete stranger, trusting myself and my friend to guard your expensive technology so you could leave the room for a break — your trust in us was heartwarming.
Something is different now.
The whispering voice isn’t quite the same.
One day I may be just so tired of these return trips
I’ll just be done with it…
Right now it’s just a distant memory
As if long gone, but I know better
So now is the time to arm myself
Choose the weapons, don the armour
Smiling all the while, enjoying this time…
Cobain sang about not having a gun, but ate a 20-gauge.
Benington…
Avicii…
I would love to believe that if they had chosen the other path, they would be glad today that they did.