Faced with the fear of death,
Permanent extinction.
I know its preposterous,
But the mind wanders.
I risk a glance
Over my shoulder,
Seeing every mistake,
All the terrible things I've done.
But I also see the good things,
The tiny, shining moments of joy,
That make everything worth it.
If I were to die now,
I'm glad that I can say
I have no regrets.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 6:56 PM UTC
Faced with the fear of death,
Permanent extinction.
I know its preposterous,
But the mind wanders.
I risk a glance
Over my shoulder,
Seeing every mistake,
All the terrible things I've done.
But I also see the good things,
The tiny, shining moments of joy,
That make everything worth it.
If I were to die now,
I'm glad that I can say
I have no regrets.
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