a fool on a hill
I'm twenty years old, not out of college yet, and already I'm infected, infected with the fear of growing old alone and having a poorly-attended funeral with no one crying and no one with my eyes or hands or memories to put me in the ground or scatter me in the wind, no one to wish me well in the blind oblivion.
Everything has an expiration date, even love, and magic, and especially happiness.
I wonder about my expiration date. Which will run out first, my body or my soul?
I want a rich, full, active, happy life to ensure that my body runs out first. Tired, flat, despairing days like these, I can hear my soul ticking.
Everything has an expiration date, even love, and magic, and especially happiness.
I wonder about my expiration date. Which will run out first, my body or my soul?
I want a rich, full, active, happy life to ensure that my body runs out first. Tired, flat, despairing days like these, I can hear my soul ticking.