The end of the world

I’ve recently thought about what I’d do if the world was ending. If the phone lines all crashed – if nobody could contact each other… I don’t know how I’d react.

I couldn’t go to Long Island because I’d have to drive through NYC. All the roads would be blocked and that’s honestly the dumbest location to be. I can’t see my parents – they’re too far. Gas would be hard to come by and I wouldn’t be able to get as far as DC, let alone Florida.

I hope my parents wouldn’t come to me. I hope they’d live a normal day; enjoy the sun—walk the dogs—drink wine. I hope they’d hope the best for me, but fade away with linked shadows.

Where does that leave me? Who will stand by my side? My friends, I hope. But there’s a yearning in me for the love of my life to be there.

But that’s not now. Thankfully, neither is the end of the world.

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