I’ll be nothing more than a fleeting memory that invades your mind in the dead of night- a passive thought you reminisce back on years from now.
Maybe with sorrow
Hopefully with a smile
Don’t worry, I’ll still be here- existing forever within the memories and experiences we once shared.
All of which I’m eternally grateful for.
Grateful to you and the rest of the world for letting me experience.
Some moments of pure bliss filled with laughter that echoed throughout the night as time flew from our grasps.
Others of darkness that seemed to go on endlessly, turning mere seconds into an eternity.
It was in those moments that I found life.
A constant reminder that I still existed.
But it’s becoming too much for me now.
Those nights full of despair became days, then months, and slowly years. The same despair that served as a reminder that I was alive now taunts me with life.
It sounds like I’m being ungrateful.
Just a whiny little ***** complaining about something so minute compared to all the other problems of the world.
I guess I am.
How can my sadness stack up against the harsh realities of life elsewhere- where people are being slaughtered endlessly, dying of disease and famine.
No homes.
No family.
I have no right to complain