Pictures hang on the wall
None of them with me in it
For I prefer being
Behind the camera
Than in front of it

While staring at the
Large, black abyss full of stars,
You tend to feel small

Writing this
Means the beginning
Of the end

•~•~•

The beginning
Of a new chapter
In my life
It’ll start a little lonely
And maybe stay that way too
Or maybe I’ll change
In a good or bad way
But it’ll be change
And that’s scary
But I can make it through

•~•~•

The end
Of an older chapter
That began
Just yesterday
Or so it feels
A chapter
I regret
And wish I could change
But it is too late now
It is still a chapter in my book
And nothing can change that