Author of "I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me"

Look into the future. What do you see?
A name long forgotten or propelled to infinity?
Did you live fully? Did you just exist?
Have you separated the fog from the mist?
If bleak’s your vision, it’s time. Be clear.
Uncloud yourself of doubts, worries, and self-imposed fears.
One day you’ll die, be six feet under.
So create something that will outlast you forever.


This was originally published on October 5, 2014

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