Without You

Poncho,

Three years from now I will be dead. No more great nights of drunken glory, no longer will I dream of things to come, or no longer will I be adored by those who surround me. My time has came and past me before I could realize who I am. Now I am only a pile of decaying organic matter.

Every time I enjoy a conversation with my best friend, that is one less conversation we will ever have. After you read this message, there will be one less message for you to read from me ever. Every time you partake in anything there will be one less time that you will enjoy that certain experience.

We live in a world of limited experiences. We go through life thinking nothing of this. Before we know it our kids will be having kids, our beautiful skin will be covered with wrinkles, and our graves will lay before our souls. We are creatures giving a wonderful chance but are doomed with mortality.

Shall you live your life to the fulliest, or will you waste it? Are the things your doing now making you happy or are they slowly killing you? These are some of the question you should ask yourself before you end up destroying your existence.

We are the sons and daughters of the damned. We belong to nothing that is so special. Our existence means nothing. Our souls will be lost forever. Think of evey person in the world, how do you compare? Do you stand out? Will you be remembered? Without you, I am lost. Without you, I am alone. Without you, nothing seems fimilar.

-Evad