Couple more days, the end is near. Running out of time and my mind is unclear, Have many thoughts but nothing I write will describe. As the time comes near I have become dead from within. My heart has yet to feel grief for I’m sure it will be but when shall it be. My heart is numb, the only beauty I’ve seen will soon cease to exist in my reality. Never met you yet I can’t seem to forget you. Seeing you was like seeing a flower…extinct then brought back into reality. Forgetting you is like forgetting the first time you see the sun, forgetting you is like forgetting the salty ocean sent, forgetting you is like forgetting the soft painful touch of a Thorne rose. See the more I try the harder it becomes. The more I tell myself this isn’t worth the more my heart wonders what if it were worth it. Your beauty inspires me, ironically I can’t find myself getting the courage to say hello, but when I see you… which is rare… I die. Yet If I could do it all over again… I wouldn’t for your beauty is too much. Knowing that it will never be, kills me. My mind is fooled because in my mind your absence is painful but your presence is lethal. My grief feels inexplicable, and my heart has become crippled, my soul becomes empty, and my pain is no more. My heart beats once and deep down inside it tries to beat twice, beating no more my soul becomes dull, it can’t find the role that it had before… and… life… is no more.