Skin wrinkled, dangling of our bones. These will be the little reminders of our past.
One day we'll grow out of it. Regret every decision we've ever made. Ambitions never achieved.
All that's left is a permanent mark we've made on the earth, and a permanent mark on our body to remind ourselves of who we once were. To remind ourselves of times lost.
The future is scary. If i could, i would.
