Don’t shoot yourself Hemingway…
Everyday,
We’re moving away,
This is no place to stay.
Memories fading in the wind,
Like autumn leaves.
Loss after loss,
It’s a losing game.

Life breaks everyone, you said
And then we grow stronger
In all the broken places.

So many faces
That time erases.
Yet this can’t be for nothing;
There is no need to rage against the dying of the light.
Be good.
Have faith.
For Life is just a hallway,
And Death is just a door.