Time is a fickle thing

always changing and never the same

Sometimes a slow crawl

and other times, a speeding car

whizzing past the days

until last year

feels like yesterday

Even though you know

that it’s been so much longer than that

That you have aged far more than just a day

As the years flow

water to vapor or ground

that is how the years will go

But regardless

they will never be enough

Always leaving you wanting

Time who stops for no pleas

loyal to no one

And yet treasured by all

A bittersweet flavour is time

Reason one- If I die, who will show others the joy of my favourite music?

I am flipping through my playlist, and a person I just met is wearing my headphones (now broken, rip headphones) and she says “Wait, what was that one?!” It was butterflies, by zendaya.

Reason two- It’ll hurt anyone who cares.

Fourth grade, Jack killed himself, he was someone’s best friend, someone’s brother, someone’s son, someone’s grandson, nephew, and someone’s crush. It tore our hearts apart. Suicide doesn’t get rid of the pain, it spreads it.

Reason three- I can’t inspire people to be kind in my writing if I’m dead.

“What is your dream, %&!^^@? (replaced my name with symbols)

“I want to write fiction stories, and inspire those who read them to be kind, by showing them the pain of what they do causes. I once got told by an older man in the drive thru that I will be something special, as long as I stay determined and have a dream. It may have been the ramblings of an old man, but, I took it to heart.