infinite.

I’m waiting for something concrete. Something that says it all, without saying much. I don’t know exactly what it is I am waiting for. Maybe I’m waiting for you to say something. Right now, it seems like dead air.

I live in the moments but I can’t stop thinking about the future. Isn’t that a bitch? I live on an impulse, but once that rush dies off, my mind starts to worry about what’s next. Things that aren’t certain scare me. The galaxy, the future, dating. You never know what’s going on then suddenly you’re smacked in the face with the inevitable truth that you have no control. None. Zero. Squat.

It’s then that you realise that you are at the mercy of the people around you. It’s then that all these epiphanies fly across your mind and you finally understand how very fragile your life is.

 

I’m afraid of dying alone.