it’s the next chapter. a bittersweet ending.
in this pause, we collect ourselves again.
They were dying and living and dying and living.
And Act Two begins.
You and I – we’ve been through the scenic route of life.
Never fitting in. Never being like them.
live for yourself, not for someone else.
it is quiet. here, by myself. it is peace.
endless cycle of living and dying.
To be friends is to be each other’s comfort zone.