I hate to say brb(be right back)
I hate to say text me anytime
I hate to say goodnight
I really do
Wishing I could stop time
We'll talk everday without saying goodbye

And I wonder if we'll ever meet
*Cause you're on the other side

There is an old adage - I'm sure you've heard it - that life without movement is death.

today I feel the truth of it
somewhere between my sternum and my spine
as I sit here
the parade of life rushing by
in a distinct effort
to leave me
behind
and all I can think
all I can hear
all I can know
is


*"I am most certainly dying."