Smile now, Cry later

Portland OR

Description

I imagine dying. The faces of my family and friends hearing the news for the first time that I'm no longer here. The flood of Instagram emojis spamming my comment section. Those who turned their eyes to me once again, shining down on me gaining sympathy from someone they once hated. It's all so intricate, this dream I'm having. But dreams are for when your asleep, and I'm awake. So these are thoughts. Not intrusive ones either since I welcome them but, disturbing nevertheless. I can die randomly any day, but I also can choose myself. For now, I will walk forward, and try to have fun until it's my time or until I decide.