Listening for Patterns In The Sounds Of An Endless Static Sea

im not scared of the end of the world anymore.

im only scared that it will come before im ready.

before i had the chance to be honnestly happy.

before i had the chance to be free.

the day i die, is going to come eventually.

maybe it will be tomorrow, maybe in fifty years..
maybe everyone left in the world will die on the very same day as me.

maybe the planet will die that day too.
but its still just the day that i died.

id like to leave a home for my children, and to know that this place will always be here.

its much too late though we've ruined it all.

the waters are rising and the sun is getting hotter.

the world has become a scary place now; but i'd rather be in it.

now i know that boy is much more worried than me.

i used to be, but acceptance is key.