Going
Going Dust is what may become the sea, the stars may fade from thee, the earth ashes below me. But I will keep looking. I will live as long as I keep experiencing this feeling. I reach… It doesn’t matter why, that drive to fly. I will cry and we will all die, but as long as we can feel, these painful scars will heal. Emotions keep me going, keep me raging, glowing, hating. Learning, hurting, loving, and most of all Going. This is life.