It’s been a while now that I have this idea, this feeling that I am going to meet the end of me at age 23.
It’s getting closer, and I realize more and more that there are only two options for me. I can either look for professional help or I can die the way I’ve foreseen. At this moment, I wish I could die quickly and silently, so that people would only find out weeks afterwards. But sometimes I wish I had something that would make me want to cling to this life.
Some one once made up this crazy thing that ended up being called rules of physics.
There is this one that says that things cannot be in two places at the same time.
They’ve only written this down because they never met you.
It’s a weird experience, I must admit;
You’re there, in my arms, but at the same time, somehow you’re miles away from me.
No matter how close together our bodies might get. Our hearts will forever be parted.
I reckon your chest is empty, and you’re so hungry to mend it, you end up trying to fill it up with my kisses.
But see, I, myself, am not important to the final sum.