It was close.
The curtain.
The silence.
The final breath.
But I turned,
looked at the End,
and asked:
> "Can you wait a little longer?
There's one more story I haven't told yet."
The Ending blinked.
> And became a Beginning
disguised as mercy.
It was close.
The curtain.
The silence.
The final breath.
But I turned,
looked at the End,
and asked:
> "Can you wait a little longer?
There's one more story I haven't told yet."
The Ending blinked.
> And became a Beginning
disguised as mercy.