Is It The End...

 The thought of the end scares people. It scares the ones who didn't see it coming from afar. It feels like a nightmare coming back to haunt you one last time. A final testament to stand as your legacy for when judgement day comes by. Lately, I've been feeling like my time is near, lurking nearby. You can never be prepared for it, they say. But, I don't know exactly what this feeling is, but I think I can sense that my end is near. It feels like a fever dream of some kind, some premonition of impending doom. Though, if I'm being honest, it doesn't like doom. Feels like tranquility, like the end of an era, satisfaction and a sense of fulfilment mixed in with regrets and guilt along with a few sprinkles of desires left unaddressed and dreams unactualized... The best way to describe it could be a feeling of completion in ineffectualness, a sense of achievement with a feeling of unkept promises, serendipity in the pandemonium. So, whether I'm right or wrong, only time will tell. But one thing is for sure, when my end comes, I'll go out blazed in a fucking blaze of glory.