Inside the PandoricaMore Like This
That was sudden.
Where to start?
It's hard to start, but easy to finish, I suppose.
I wonder how I'm going to fare.
Stuck for all eternity with myself.
It's hard- I'm nine hundred and seven.
I have a lot to go on.
Things about my life I'd rather change.
Or to not have happened at all.
All of those people.
All of those places.
All of the things I've done.
It's hard to live with all that.
Not that all of it was bad, in fact, most of it was good.
But it all came down to this.
The perfect prison, I had called it- it won't even let you die.
This wasn't how I'd imagined my eternity.
And now I see it from the other side, too