sometimes, I like to walk out side

and let my mind become heavy with pictures of this never ending setting.

things get a little foggy, when I can't seem to absorb

that one day

this won't exsit any more.

sad day to go outside isnt it?

I don't live in the moment really.

because, it's my nature to over analyze;

over analyze how one day this life will end.



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