everybody's billions of truths

I could stay here, I could do this. With the comfort of your presence, and my excessive fear of dying- I considered staying. Why not? I know you would love me forever, there was no doubt in my mind. I entirely looked past each fault knowing that every complication I could come with was well, too complicated to ever exist here. You see, no one lives in reality. Truth is impossible. For every person there is a different story and we are left with billions of truths yet no time to justify them. I know the goal isn’t to live forever, I came to the conclusion that I would never find my purpose. As I write this, I think of everyone I know who may or may not read this later on, and how they may or may not pretend like they hadn’t. There are times where my thoughts have no shame and yes, apparently this is one of them. Millions of miles away I admit, I forget. At the strangest times you call, and I know that no matter how this will turn out, I will have to live with it. Each day my regular routine becomes unfamiliar. There is nothing for me there, or here but i’d live each long day just as everyone else. I’d live longer. You’d be with me. What else was required? I could do this, I could. You didn’t even ask I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You had no doubts Just don’t cry.