Well, tomorrow is the last day I get awesome journals like these. Again, thanks Joshie =3 However, I feel such a dramatic title as this journal holds, requires maybe a cheesey bit of poetry....

The moon shines down, whats left of it at least.
Look, its almost gone.
A cup hits the sink, the remaining contents swirling in the wake.
Look, thats almost gone.
The girl pulls the boy aside in the hall way, the last few words of their relationship slipping through her lips.
Look, thats already gone.
A weeping grandmother holds what should have been a newborn child, the one that would have called her Grandma.
Look, that ones gone too.
And finally, the kids sit by the bed side, listening as the slow idle heart beat makes its final noise.
Look, its all gone.



Wow...where the heck did the come frome? Well, if that didn't put a damper in your spirit, im not sure what will. Love you guys!