I lie in bed, wondering when i'll be dead. Thinking of how death would feel like when I realize that my life is only started.
I close my eyes and imagine all the good things that could happen.
Things likeme with someone by my side as we sit high watch the sunsetand melaughing and being happy about not being alone in home I own.
Also me sleeping with my head above the one I love's heart listening to beats that give me a reason to live.
As I think about these things and compare it to what is now I see my progression then comes the creation of a single tear of joy that crawls on my sad lonely face.