Later

– I’ll call you later.

– Talk to you later.

– See you later.

– We’ll walk later.

“I’ll tell you later.”

We leave everything for later, but forget that “later” does not belong to us.

Later, our loved ones are no longer with us.

Later, we don’t hear them and we don’t see them.

Later, they are just memories.

Later, the day becomes night, the force becomes helpless,

the smile becomes a grimace, and life becomes death.

“Later” becomes “too late.”

CAN’T WAIT UNTIL “TOO LATE” HAPPENS AND I’M NOT HERE ANYMORE. That’s the only way she’ll ever come to any understanding of just how overbearing and bullying she is. Please make sure to bury me face down so you can kiss my ass.