So how is it,
do you think,
that after time has passed,
however long that
“x”
stands for,
that we will be?
That you will be?
That I will be?
Because darling
I’m afraid of what
will change
from all of this.
From us.
From you.
From me.
Change is important
and beautiful
sometimes.
I know this.
But I am allowed
to fear the unknown
and I am more than
expected
to fear nothingness.
Are you sure?
You may want to
reconsider your
response.
I hope you used pencil,
and I am standing by
with an eraser.
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 11:43 AM UTC
So how is it,
do you think,
that after time has passed,
however long that
“x”
stands for,
that we will be?
That you will be?
That I will be?
Because darling
I’m afraid of what
will change
from all of this.
From us.
From you.
From me.
Change is important
and beautiful
sometimes.
I know this.
But I am allowed
to fear the unknown
and I am more than
expected
to fear nothingness.
Are you sure?
You may want to
reconsider your
response.
I hope you used pencil,
and I am standing by
with an eraser.
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