sometimes

i sometimes. no. i often wonder where it will all end up. i mean, i always think about it, i often see it. but sometimes, just sometimes i beleive i am actually there.

its hard to explain but sometimes when i cant sleep and life roars – literally roars – before me, theres nothing i can say to make that thought, the thought of the end, go.

but isnt that all anyone can say.

we lived,

we breathed,

we thought,

then we got there?

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