Oct 7, 2023
Apocalypse Daydreaming
I hope when the world ends, we prove all the movies wrong.
Because in the end of all things, what else is there to do
But be kind?
When pavement gives way to grass
And I see a deer standing in what was once a busy road
When I can see the stars clearly at night
I hope I can still hold the door open for a stranger
And tell a passing woman I like her haircut
That in the decaying brick and brutal new world
I will still read my little sister stories
And the soft candle of tenderness will keep burning
Because no one is there to blow it out.