The finish line is a delusion.
We run the race at our own pace.
Some walk. Some run.
Some crawl. Some quit.
Everyone dies, no one wins.

Suppose there is no other side.
Suppose you just keep going,
Until you don’t.

Is it an uphill battle?
Is it all downhill from here?

A little of both, a lot of neither.
Going, going, gone.

i sat there on the shower floor
wringing out my heart full
of sadness and heartache
gasping for one dose of oxygen
to enter my lungs
choking back roaring screams
begging to slice the silence
struggling to keep my hands still
from trying to end the pain
aching to tell you that
this is who i become without you

I'm afraid
I'm afraid that I'll stop seeing you
That you you'll forget about me
I'm afraid of losing you for good
Of you ignoring me
I'm afraid that you'll lose my name
The memories that we've made
I'm afraid that I'll annoy you too much
And that you'll hate me soon
I'm afraid that I'm falling for you
And that you won't love me too
I'm afraid that you might love me
and that I'll let you down
I'm afraid of losing you
I'm afraid of loving you
I'm afraid of letting you down

When you treat your land like a game board
Dictating people's fates as if moving pieces back and forth
Are you aware
That you are as much a piece of the game
Though others' lives may be at your mercy
Your life is in no means capable of escape
If you treat other lives as less valuable than your own
Without ever truly knowing love
In the end
You have the most to lose