Endings

Forget happy endings. What about just plain old endings?

I crave endings like rain in 100-degree weather. It's not that I'm suicidal: I'm not. It's more that I wish I had control over time. Like I could just say "stop" and the world would obey: and I could just sit and quench my thirst for silence.

But even silence isn't all that comforting anymore.

I feel tired and empty. I don't know how to escape. It's troubling that I still have so much life to live.