It's all just gravity.
The closer I get to you the more you're pulling away.
The more I fall,
the more I see you floating away.
Into space
as I try clawing myself out of the abyss.
I have barely come to terms with gravity,
so I succumb to the depth.
I feel it in my body, in my soul,
in my everything
that now is the time
that I wait for you to come to me.
Gravity be damned,
heaven and earth be damned.
As of now I'm waiting for you to come to me.
This blog is essentially me; it's at times random, heartfelt, provocative, and inspiring.
Wednesday, October 27
A Question of Mortality
A few days ago someone I care deeply about told me something completely unsettling. I don't remember how the subject was broached but I was told that old age is not an option, once this person reaches a certain age they would kill themselves, at first I stood there startled and I thought "would there ever be anything that would cause me to think so drastically about life" and I finally have the answer. I think that there's only a few things in my life that would make me consider suicide.
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