the end.

destinations become places you drive past
roads become unfamiliar
memories fade and friends grow distant
a life once lived becomes obsolete
a part of you dies and new emerges
harder around the edges with tired eyes no longer looking ahead
dirt under fingernails and bags under eyes becomes the uniform
gray slithers its way out of your scalp
what you yield becomes what is hindering you
the oak door of death is heard slowly creaking open
air fills your lungs one last time and its bittersweet
the room becomes cold yet comfortable
memories of your youth sprinkle your brain like a baptism
your eyelids grow heavy as you prepare for one last slumber
and just like that, it’s over

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