JazlynnDark

When I’m moments before death, will I think of memories long past? What will I feel? I wonder? When I see how I've spent my time on this lonely little planet, what will I regret? Never jumping out of that plane, never saying how I feel, not loving the ones I should. How will I feel?   Will I miss the snowflake’s sweet kiss, or the warm breath of spring?   Maybe it’ll be the chill of an autumn breeze, or the lash of the summer’s heat, maybe that’s what I’ll miss.   The dark thoughts of what lies ahead, the future no mortal can resist, that is what enthralls me. I, who knows not of the wonder, that most th