I have never been afraid of endings
I have witnessed enough sunrises to see only the beauty in sunsets
To feel the sudden drop in temperature
To watch light gradually turn to darkness
And find comfort in knowing that tomorrow
I’ll get the chance to try again
Endings are only truly endings when we run out of tomorrows
And I still have a handful of tomorrows
So as surely as the sun rises after it sets
I know that this will be a distant memory tomorrow
TLDR: Not me setting myself on fire and telling my friends I want to watch myself burn then being shocked at the effrontery of my body to actually burn
Alternatively alternate summary: The audacity of my heart to afford heartache on an emotionally unavailable salary will never not be funny
