“Never is an awfully long time.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
I’m choked with the fear of leaving, forever, and beginning anew. No longer living together
Exhausted from this monotonous day: Over and over again—the repetition of grieving—forever
I need change: I need space— to find who I am. It zoomed by in the blink of an eye: so I’m misbelieving “forever”.
And when I lay, in my room, staring into the abyss. I am once again reminded that our time here is thieving, forever.
I am pulled, left, and right, like a tug of war fight I am thrown in: conceiving forever.
Never changed, but at the same time never — the same. And I can’t seem to pause— it’s self deceiving. Forever:
as eternal as my morality: or lack thereof: For, ever is never, when we are no longer together forever
