When time is running out, what do you spend your time doing?

Is it really better to get even more attached to the people you care about, or is it better for them if the disappearance is gradual?

It used to bother me so much, who’d see what I posted and what they’d think of me. But I think that now it doesn’t really matter. I need to say what I need to say. This is for me, not really for anyone else. I need to let this out before anything else.

This is for my words and my thoughts and the pieces of my life that I can’t just keep inside.

If I could, I’d write a letter to every person that’s impacted my life. But I can’t. So many people to love and so little time. It always feels like there isn’t enough time. But maybe that’s just me being greedy. Wanting more than I should have. Loving too much all at once.

There isn’t much time for all that. Love isn’t enough. At least not enough to overpower the rest of what I’m feeling. The darker stuff. Although I guess love can be pretty dark too. 

Either way, I’m standing on the edge of a cliff. No force can move me but the force that dwells inside my heart, inside my mind, in the depths of my soul. Which direction do I go?