captainhook

This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.

I dont remember the day the end came, I was distracted by my own personal nonsense. I cant help but wonder how many of us were? When the moment came did anyone see it? I mean actually see it happen, or did we all look up from our lives in our own time and just say fuck.

I found myself thinking of the most inconsequential things immediately after. I thought of Kathy, the first girl I french kissed. Then Nancy, the first girl I promised not to cum in her mouth but did anyway. What were they doing when it happened? Did they think of me?

At first it seemed strange that my thoughts after the end were those of sex. I couldnt remember the first time I looked up into the night sky and truly understood how vast our universe is. I didnt remember my first cheeseburger or what my favorite ice cream was when I was I child.

I did remember the first time my heart was broken. I did remember the first time I touched a breast, and how the skin felt so soft, like nothing Id ever felt before. I remembered love, or at least what I though was love. My thought werent with the world; they were with the people who connected me to a time when I didnt feel so alone, even if it was only for a brief time.

Maybe thats how we all felt that day.

This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.