i turn to you and i can face it

you hope death is just another great adventure, instead of just an end. then you think hey, maybe an ending is a nice thing. and it is, in it’s own way. in a story, it can be a very satisfying thing. poetic. just. timely.

but it’s a sad thing for the reader of a good book, an end. but then there’s always good books after, and i can continue with this metaphor forever, but the world just spins on regardless. there is no real end, until there is, suddenly THE END


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