I will end. One day

I’ll

utter my last words

And

slip sweetly into the abyss

One day

I will end. Sometimes,

I hurry

Quicken the pace-

Shorten

the sentence-

Summarize, instead of

painting

the picture

stroke

by

stroke

between my lines letting colors run together

making little

Hues

I’m completely unaware of but

all

the

while

entranced

by.

Sometimes I waste time by slowly walking

The

story to the plot,

and

thus towards the end

One day

I will

end;

But I

just

hope

that it

all makes

sense

By the

time

the

period

Strikes

.

.

.