The End Part 2

Imagine there’s billions of people sitting around thinking that life shouldn’t happen this way. Holding their own worlds inside their minds. Creating an imagination of how good life must be. And then there’s another billion walking throughout the day, working hard just to survive and sleep their exhaustion at night. But I know you’re thinking that there’s still another billion of people looking for love. Who never surrender on finding and hoping for a romantic relationship that would last. People who keep on pushing themselves up just to reach a dream they always wanted from the very start. There’s also billions of people who are still wondering what they want in life. People who are still trying to figure out which way they should cross. And which place they are going to call home. Maybe they are asleep and dreaming their hearts out. Maybe they are awake, wondering why happiness doesn’t come knock at their doors. Maybe they are out there, confused of what they should really do. You see, I am not sure what those other billions of people are doing right now. But the last billion like myself, are the people who will tell you a lot of things about their experiences, people who can tell you what truly it feels to live, and to die even if they are still breathing. People who never get tired of telling their stories even if other people think nobody is listening. People who will tell you the wrong things you shouldn’t do, and remind you of the right things you should do. Yet in the end they will end up telling you that you make your own story, so do whatever it is that feels right for you. Just don’t let someone else hold the pen. I don’t know exactly how many people are reading this. But I am sure that each billion have different stories to tell, and they all have the same lessons to share.

Right now there are people all over the world who are just like me. They are lonely. They’re missing somebody. They’re in love with someone they probably shouldn't be in love with. They’re up at 3am missing someone and there is a person who has no idea that they are being missed. They have secrets you wouldn’t believe. They wish, they dream, they hope, and they look out the window whenever they are in a car or on a bus or a train, and they watch people on the streets and wonder what they’ve been through. They wonder if there are people out there like them. They look up at the stars wondering if someone they love is looking up at the same ones. I still wake up at 3am in case he calls to tell me there’s something to come home too. I still leave my phone on loud in case he ever needs to talk. I’m still afraid to sleep because the memories still haunt me. As my body trembles under the weight of my own heartache, midnight nears and I’m alone with the moon. I’m still lost and looking for the sky, for moving parts and a place that doesn’t rust. For wheels that burn and a world that turns. For a road that phantom cars still drive down while lovers long lost feel wind that’s blown through long hair.