melaye

I can't think of any words to say that could express or de-emphasize what I feel against our mortality. Out of the world they took you early, I guess it's not our choice on who God can't wait to see, even in his timeless eyes. One moment builds on the next until we have a day, and each one can change the next million. I can't pretend and I feel so selfish because I feel like I'm taking part in a horrid game of competitive mourning, but it's hard to do anything else but stare into space and try to remember. If I saw you right now, I don't know what I'd say. When I see you, I'm not sure I'll ever know what to say.