A day will come:

A day will come, when your friends are long gone.

A day will come, and you’ll be all alone.

A day will come, and you’ll look around. You’ll see dusty shelves in an echoing house.

A day will come, and your bones will hurt; breathing’s not easy, not anymore.

A day will come, with pain and fatigue, it won’t matter if you had good sleep.

A day will come, when your mind starts to fade, lost in the fog, memories are vague.

A day will come, and you’ll be no more.

#MementoMori