A long goodbye.
He who isn't busy being born is busy dying.
Nonsense.
There's no stop in that long black train,
not really.
It isn't bleak.
We start saying goodbye the moment we open our eyes,
wanting to leave our mark on the world,
wanting to feel everything,
wanting our loved ones to know how we feel about them.
Every mile,
every kiss,
every laugh is all part of the long goodbye.
Keep it light,
we're only human,
with a blink of an eye.
Anything could change in an instant,
so love like it.
I changed my mind,
I have absolutely no interest in returning to myself.
I refuse to be alone, I am not my own.
Returning to myself is just returning me to you.
