or perhaps a beginning
The feeling of an end or as the optimists might say a new beginning
Who knew a new beginning could be so painful?
Who knew it could leave you on the kitchen floor at night curled up on one side trying to let the pain pass with no success
Sometimes staring out the dark widow into the vast darkness seeing nothing yet seeing everything.
We were also ounce stars.
Bright and comforting but we too have fallen.
Fallen as dark angels on a dark night.
Left on the earth to shrivel and turn into aches.
We too where once upon a millennium beautiful creature of the night.
Now where slowly turning into aches.
Ready to burn
Ready to end
There is no better time than the end or as the optimists would say the beginning.
But I’m not optimistic so I’ll tell you.
This is our end.
This was our world century’s ago but now we end.
We’ve become strangers on a strange road.
A road not meant for us….
A broken road that leads to our beautiful end
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