End times

Its real. Its as real as the silence that follows me to sleep.

I was at crossroads, but it seems you’d much rather want to be on opposite ends.

A hurricane of emotions overwhelm my being whenever you buzz around.

Its a tough fight.

Ive lost my appetite but kept my sense of humor. 

Theres no reason to point fingers anymore. I’ll just keep playing pretend.

Theres nothing worth holding onto, if you’re not.