Zemira

On the horizon is nothing,

But change. 

And this is a nothing

That encapsulates

Everything.

Looking to the future,

The sunsets are a cold

green and blue and purple 

Did you know that
A mayfly lives for less than a day?

Maybe this is selfish of me.
It probably is.

But I'm weak.
I can't handle death.

Not that I'm not thankful for being here
But I'm weak.