Everything I wanted to be.

Maybe I’m wrong. About the nature of life. My assumption. That I will live forever. In one form or another. If I’m wrong, so be it. Doesn’t matter. Because I’ll never know. I will have come. And gone. In the blink of an eye. A snap of the fingers. But I will have been. A dreamer. A lover. And more. Everything I wanted to be. –Jim Broede