100 years to Live
Imagine. . .
You have a hundred years to live.
It's a small phenomenon of life when a human lives to that age.
But for him it'll be as natural as breathing.
He knew the rules:
You will age.
You will see things.
You will hear things.
You will be things.
You will risk.
You will feel things.
Things you never thought of.
And you'll feel.
Happiness.
Silliness.
Sorrow.
Utter grief.
Because you know your limit.
You know what's coming when it does.
You'll outlive everyone you know.
But. . .
A hundred years.
A hundred years to live.
You've got a hundred years to love.
And a hundred years to hate.
This was how Billy Madison spent those years.
Yes, yes, yes. I am a terrible terrible person for never letting these two just be happy. . .Deal with it, you know you love me.
Anyway, listen to the song '100 Years' by Five for Fighting and understand the story.
I know what some of you are thinking: Bree. . .where the hell have you been? Why aren't you updating Curiousity or Sota: Emancipation?
Answer: I've been in Florida, crazy roads there. Kissimmee to be exact, lovley place, I liked it a lot. And. . .
Here lies Miss Prudence Plock
She dies, tis said
From writer's block
Give'm my time. . .and a cold can a Coke I'll jump right on it.
Next chapter up when I finish it! Ha-ha!
-QueenVamp