Just in Case We Die Tomorrow and Find Ourselves in Another World.

Written during freshman year.

What is it,

and will it matter?

Exploding in a sea of catastrophe,

foreseeing in your mind

the unforeseeable.

And it’s wrong;

it’s wrong the way I feel,

it’s wrong the way I know

that it isn’t wrong,

when you can’t help a feeling.

And it’s wrong that I know

that even if it was right,

it wouldn’t matter,

because nothing will ever matter,

not if it matters to me.

But is it wrong knowing,

when you can’t help but know

that this is always how I’ll feel.

Reviews

[Rylan Batten]

nice...I liked this a lot, you express yourself very well. You use relatively small words to get across an expansive message. way to go