Posted April 16, 2018 (edited) I’m going to die. It doesn’t matter how it happens, the where or why. The only thing that matters is what I decide to do in the meantime. That decision could become a song. It could become the dread you tell your little ones to beware of. It may only consist of a single breath of air. Record your fate and the Universe ripples through eternity. Good luck Astronauts. May we shake hands on the other side of the stars. Or, Yeshua willing, on the the other side of tomorrow. Edited April 16, 2018 by Vassago For some reason the is duplicated but it’s not .. eh fuck it 3 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites