This is it
It's the end
This is interstellar, time and space start to bend
Sense of impending doom
Why do I feel like I'll die too soon?
How did we get to this place?
24 hours ago everything was ok, now look at this state
Drive under the speed limit
The inevitable climb to the wrong kind of summit
Invitation in the form of "we need to talk"
I want be a child again drawing on the playground with chalk
It's eerie this place is like a ghost town
Anxiety flourishes as I anticipate how this will go down
Flash forwards, the relationship with myself I'm eloping
Flashback and her front door creaks open