There is something beautiful about the end
Maybe it is the void
An empty space
The default state
Maybe it is the simplicity
No tangled threads
No thousand colours, just infinite black
Maybe it is the possibilities
A begining to new
And infinite paths in the middle
Maybe it is the nostalgia
All past emotions
All your relations
Your achievements, your regrets
End is everything and yet nothing
Maybe that is why there is something beautiful about the end
