“It was early Spring when we died,” I began, my voice sad. “we didn’t know it yet, but the world was ending that day, and we were just caught in the cracks.”
Tag: end
Bedtime Story
“The end,” he said. And then the sun went out.
Grey
As I aged, all my past-times faded grey.
When I hit the end and started youthening, they brightened again.
So
So good, so healthy, so fine.
So far, so lost, so end.
The End
The world did not end with a whimper, nor a bang. Instead, there was just screaming.
My End has Come
When I look at the sun as it settles under the horizon, I feel the end has come and peace I shall find until the hour the sun rises. Just then I’ll be thrilled at the thought of the fresh unexplored time in front of these sleepy eyes of mine.