what are you scared of?
I fear how short and fleeting it can be,
I fear how much one life can mean to me,
I fear its destructive qualities when that one life ceases to exist.
I spent the day with my grandma and grandpa today; it was a very good day.
We were talking about school, and growing up. Jokingly, they talked about me being a doctor, and how much studying it would mean and how long it would take. And then we went on to talk about seeing me, with a graduation robe and academical, on stage and how proud they would be to see me.
And it wasn't jokes anymore.
It wasn't funny anymore.
Because I realised, that they might not even be there anymore to see me graduate.
They might have died, and I would be left, standing alone on that stage, and counting the faces missing from the crowd.
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