not you,
nor i,
can measure a lifespan on a manmade timeline.
this fosters a life that will never be enough.
as memories pass, the hourglass starts to become empty. the weight of regret + defeat starts to sink in as you look at the finish line.
but look up my child, you’ve been reading the wrong story. the road ahead is filled with joy, laughter, and hope. the pages are filled with colour and wonder.
… & they lived happily ever after.
the beginning.
