May 13 2009
The Last Day Of The Rest Of Our Lives
We are the only ones left, the only survivors. We sit and talk as if nothing has happened. Everything is foggy outside, or maybe that is inside. We laugh and joke and freak out every time a light turns on. We are here, alone but together. The number of us is few, but the happiness is plentiful. No one can touch us because we are the untouchables. Complications are gone as we throw our heads back and laugh after we raise our eyebrows and scream. We never wanted anything more than this: bliss. Finishing off the food that we have left, nobody cares that we are doomed because we all want to live to the very fullest. Yes, we are just children, but perhaps if we die young, we will remember each other for all the great things we did. Sins don’t exist when you die living to the brim. We soak in the laughs and smiles and contribute our own. We threw a party for our fates and it feels so good as we look outside and find that everything we knew is gone. It is time to start fresh; begin something completely new on a destroyed planet.
Last night was the best