I sat on the couch,
thinking of classic ends
describing how every path
of mine of family, love and friendship ended;
thinking which story would
be ripe enough to fruition
into ending my world.
which one should it be?
I'll always keep on wondering,
for a moment, the loss of a beloved one,
for another moment, it's my almost failing grades,
for more of the moments,
it's the tender nerve that aches,
because of friendships I couldn't keep
and a profound happiness i
could never, never find and catch.
but it is the end of the world,
having to write this prose,
with tears that burn with guilt and
these tears say whatever they need to.
I am shedding the world's end, now.
some poem I wasn't having a mind to upload during escapril.
picture by : @leigh.chappell.flowers - 2 days ago