Hellogoodbye

I could see its fading, it started with pure joy, a fusion of both special and unique. It was something that happens once in the life time. Now I’m countlessly praying that it wasn’t true, that it wasn’t happening, I see it, yet I ignore it, I try my best to keep pushing on. but in all honestly. It is happening, I tried my best, but yet the best is never good enough. I’ve look up, knowing the higher I go, the harder I crash. The clock keeps thinking, every second is a step closer to my goal. Right now nothing can be done except praying for the best, but also expecting the worst. Afraid of what might happen. Sorry rowing you have to be on hold.