Forever is scary…
The idea, the concept, the eternity.
But me, I like a defined quantity.
One day,
two months,
three years,
four decades…
Give me a number, Don’t say forever.
Forever is scary.
My forever is until I am.
My forever will end,
So will yours. And yours.
And then what?
My only forever are my words,
They’ll outlive me, I hope.
But until then, I’ve got a quill,
It goes with me everywhere,
Even to my grave.
On the inside of my wrist,
Is my forever.