in the beginning you know the end in the beginning you are already dead your parents your love your friends are nothing but the bags of bones they will be gone, will never come back
one day you'll shriek yourself awake that girl you loved rots in a place better than yours your parents have gone decades ago since you've forgotten where their graves are placed or where the ashes've been scattered you don't know what your old friend's face looked like why does it matter? now