Glorified thoughts of men and women fighting for their lives against the undead. Where will the hearts go that have yet to feel with words left to be said? The world is ending, slowly but surely as I wonder where you'll be when this is all over. Will you find your peace or be infinitely known for your agony? Maybe we won't get a fighting chance to battle our inner demons before it's too late, but maybe it ends in the blink of an eye. One day we were here, living and breathing, but now we're gone as the sun collapses in on itself, leaving us with a final breath and no chance to get that last thought off of our chests that weighs heavily upon us as we're being crushed by our insecurities. Thoughts will go unknown. Things will be left unsaid. But in the end no one will remember us as life on Earth ceases to exist. Pain no longer demands to be felt as well as love that will disappear into the atmosphere, landing on a nearby comet that will be seen as a shooting star in someone else's eyes, someone who exists in a different dimension. 

This is our apocalypse, right now, as we don't know if we'll get that final chance to save the world. I will take every day as an opportunity to fight against the zombies that exist within myself and tear away the masks I have let myself put on over the years. I will be reborn as someone I am proud of, so if, possibly, I don't get the chance to prove my inner strength, I can die knowing that I tried. Will you be able to say that you did the same?

C.V.