In one minute, or
sixty seconds, or
sixty thousand milliseconds,
today will be gone
and today will be yesterday and
tomorrow will be today.
it's kind of terrifying when you think
about it.
Terrifying in the way that everything
you did today - all the
lists you made,
places you've been,
things you've touched,
songs you've heard,
conversations you've had - will
soon become a memory,
or worse, it would be forgotten.
Lost amidst all of your yesterdays.
gone.
And the trouble is, you
think you have so much time.
12:00 AM
Today.
And the trouble is, you think you have so much time
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^ Yes, this.
ReplyDelete"And the trouble is, you
ReplyDeletethink you have so much time"
Dangg! This ending is so freaking good!
Wowwww that ending is like a punch in the face
ReplyDeleteI had a similar poem in my drafts but now I don't want to post it because of this and how good it is
ReplyDeletemakes me want to live in the moment
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