running through the streets in the neon lights in a rush to nowhere. 

We start as kids we are all innocent kids,

 it’s the experience and traumas we go through that mature us.

 This life is more than depicted those ups and downs are only a vague representation. No one really realizes your number can always be picked. 

There is no promise of tomorrow or reassurance because you’re young. 

We are all mortal, and it’s trauma that opens our eyes.

 when we are asleep the world doesn’t stop. 

death isn’t biased no one knows when their time runs out.

 No one plans for this, and no one plans for the reaction. 

You can think you’re the most minimal impact but I can reassure you people care. theres nothing more precious then seeing people come together grief in hope of acceptance. 

Even the distant friends we have make us reminisce of the good and bad. 

What people would trade for one more laugh,

 one more cry, 

one more hug, 

just one more.

A pain of loss is unlike any other it just takes one moment to change everything.