[avantgarde_muse] 6.1.A - Lightbulb
He'd never been the kind of man to over think the future. The could bes, the what ifs. It was more his style to just take life as it came, with all the ups and downs, and do his best to make it through.
But now...lately...all he can think about is how quickly something can be lost. How quickly things can change completely. And he doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't want the what ifs, but they play anyway. The people in his life that he could lose flash through his mind in a rotating frame of pictures.
Nothing could last forever. He'd learned that a couple times in his life, but he still held out hope that some things could.
And now...now he just wondered if he was deluding himself.
He was scared of life at a time when he had everything he could want. He was scared because it could all be ripped away, leaving him with nothing, and he didn't know if he'd still be him when all was said and done.
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But now...lately...all he can think about is how quickly something can be lost. How quickly things can change completely. And he doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't want the what ifs, but they play anyway. The people in his life that he could lose flash through his mind in a rotating frame of pictures.
Nothing could last forever. He'd learned that a couple times in his life, but he still held out hope that some things could.
And now...now he just wondered if he was deluding himself.
He was scared of life at a time when he had everything he could want. He was scared because it could all be ripped away, leaving him with nothing, and he didn't know if he'd still be him when all was said and done.
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