excerpts

14.9

I think about lasts a lot.

What it'd feel like to take my last breath. See my family and friends for the last time. Hear my favorite songs for the last time. Feel the sun kiss your skin and the wind rush by. To laugh and to smile and to cry. For the last time. Last sunset, last sunrise, last blue or gray skied day, the last of the clouds puffing by. The last time you feel alive. Or like you're flying. Or like you're falling. To write my last word or

We'll all live our lasts someday but we'll never know when.