BEFORE no. 2

It's the day before the end of the world and the sky has made it's peace.

It's the day before the end of the world and tomorrow sits somewhere unseen, an elusive yet inevitable ghost that has haunted our steps for years.

It's the day before the end of the world and we have already proven that our roots are strong enough to battle pain and heartbreak, and we will weather on through the passage of time.  And maybe we're not the same as we were and maybe in 5 years time the bright young things will have forgotten our names

But I'll always believe in you

And I'll always love you and your limitless soul.

The rocks and trees will never forget the feel of our bare footsteps or the way our laughter sounded as the wind carried it away, and I can still see a trail of poetry, like a fingerprint on every surface we've touched, a tangible reminder that we were here and that we were bright and beautiful.

But our childhood is spent and our futures are beckoning, and all we can do is take tentative steps into the darkness ahead of us and pray that the stars will continue to light our way, that the scorching days and perfect nights will never stop coming, and that despite all this time and distance, our clumsy scrawling poetry will be enough to hold us together.  But I know that this is never-ending and we will never run out of ink, that as long as the sun and moon keep switching places in the sky, we're gonna be alright.

It's the day before the end of the world and I'm not afraid to die.

It's the day before the beginning of the world and I pinky promise to never let you go.

"To die would be and awfully big adventure."

All my love,

Shug