Pleas of Futility

Regrets

September 1, 2023 1:53am-2:09am

I'm dying. With each breath I take, I take one step closer to death. I just thought you should know. But you already knew. You're dying too.

We shopped for caskets together. "Is that what we're calling cars now?" Such a milestone, such great joy it brought. And every milestone we hit thereafter, we begged of it to stop.

We're dying. No one else seems to notice. And I don't know about you but even the grass on my side of the fence looks older.

We're dying. With every breath we take, we take one step closer to death. I just though they should know.

I mean they have to,

If we're going to live a life with no regrets.