End of Times
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Sometimes I feel like I'm at the end of times. The edge of a tomorrow that will never come. Though I'm surrounded, why do I feel so lonely. Though there are signs, why do I feel so lost. Heart palpitations that cannot be cured by medicine, but by something more... I wonder what that something more could be. Sometimes I wish the present could last forever. Sometimes I wish that I could just keep dreaming forever. But every time reality push through like weed in the crack of a sidewalk. The reality of the end of times. Maybe the reality of the end of my dreams.