I wonder if I should just remain eternally at 16,
just stopping time in its track before it strikes 12 before the 16th of July.
Should I fufill the promise of 10 years ago,
and put an end to this chapter,
or should I break it to stay?
Time whipping by before my eyes,
this deed long over dued,
I’m living on borrowed time.
To disappear into foam while looking at the sky,
to be one with that nothingness that I loved,
to merge with the being known as emptiness and be non-existant.
Strangely I feel content,calm even,
I’m at peace, I am one with myself,
the summer breeze toys with my hair- and I look out into the balcony to never look back.
An:Just some passing thoughts and images running through my brains. Just emptying it out of my system by writing it out.