• What will come when the day ends?
    Where will it go?
    Who will be left?
    After the sun sets there is but darkness.
    Is that what lies in our hearts?
    Darkness is the shell that contains us.
    Although, there is a light that shines,
    Deep in the core.
    Like little stars.
    Is there life after death?
    Does anything stay when everything is gone?
    Why does everything real feel so fake?
    We live as we do, as we always have.
    There will be an end.
    But is it really the end?
    The end of a life does not end a relationship.
    Love will never cease to exist.
    Is reality not from the imagination?
    What will come when summer ends?