So I’ll Write My Tragedy And You Write Yours

Absolute fear encompasses me. I am beyond terrified. I know it as my hands shake and coherence ceases to exist in my head. But does that mean I’ll back out, in apparent fright of being myself in my own damn skin?

I am petrified. But so are you, so are we all. Oh, the irony of humanity, waiting on the brink of self-destruction yet clinging on to it with so much determination when hope is naught.

Let me tell you a secret though. Despite it all, despite the utter inevitability of death and the futility of life itself, I’ll make it. And darling, you will too.

Because when there’s nothing left, there is always one person with ridiculous dreams and the guts to make them come true.