The day was bright and brilliant, I was going for a walk and was left alone with my thoughts. It was a dangerous place to be, inside my very own head, allowing it the freedom to accumulate thoughts. And I displaced every thought with another one until I stumbled upon a question.

What if I was hit by a car right now? 

I wasn’t necessarily hoping for a car to instantaneously hit me yet the idea was so enticing. I just couldn’t help but to wonder who would visit me if I was crashed into, who would bring me flowers? Who would stay the night and talk to me as I lay there, lifeless.

And with every step I took, I just wanted to figure out who it was that would be there for me because I’ve been feeling lonely and I guess I just need some reassurance.

You ever notice, how no matter how good things are. Something bad always has to happen. And this crazy paranoia eats you up, and life is a complete blank. An unknown that we’ll probably never figure out.

Every outcome is possible, every chance we take only leads to another. Everything we do, changes everything else.

I’ve always wanted to tell the world about this girl that I’m in love with. Never a second do I regret being with her. It’s been said a billion times before, all the good times and the bad times that’s been shared. So what’s the point of letting everyone know? Just the feeling of being proud to have her by your side, to know that someone will always be there. And to keep the terms simple, it just feels good.