What should I wish for, if not the best?
Where would I find myself
Had I chosen to wallow with the weeping?
Every sunset could be the last,
Every drive could end without a destination.
How dare I choose to be unbothered —
How dare I risk a life lived?
It hurts like hell sometimes,
And other times, heals like heaven.
An eternity of this could never tell me what comes next.
All I can do...
is hope.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
What should I wish for, if not the best?
Where would I find myself
Had I chosen to wallow with the weeping?
Every sunset could be the last,
Every drive could end without a destination.
How dare I choose to be unbothered —
How dare I risk a life lived?
It hurts like hell sometimes,
And other times, heals like heaven.
An eternity of this could never tell me what comes next.
All I can do...
is hope.