the end draws near

I wish i knew how things will end before they do. To forsee the future would be pretty useful especially at times like these. With so many things hanging on a thread, the ending is just another thriller. Twist and turns down a windy road, I wish I knew if i would crash and burn. While the word 'end' ends only at a point I can barely phantom, what i do know is that, with great desire for this week to end as quickly as possible, it only pains to know that each hastened ending speaks of time flown by with the blink of an eye. It difficult to decide how I should feel at the end of each chapter in life, but I hope the ending can speak for itelf. In each phase so predominantly short yet bitterly-sweet, perhaps its not about leaving with a bang or bust, but to leave with as little baggage as possible. So heavy a burden it is to carry the mounting hopes of each unfulfilled chapter that there is much relief in starting afresh. Regret is a surprise much of the time because we never know if we could do more only but at the end. Well, if not it wouldnt be called regret. As each chapter comes to a close, the remaining pages start to thin, there is only so little time we can hardly afford. Just make sure that before u sign off for one last time, be sure your book is worth the read with memories that others can share and leave with one last breath so silent no one knew you left.

~ The longest time away from today is that of yesterday