I'll Still

I'll still write.
I'll still see what they create when they've stopped falling into each other, a combination of darkness and the lighter things.

I'll still love.
Like its only now, tomorrow is out of reach and yesterday is a disguise of the confusion and pain I took.

I'll still wonder.
About the days when the air was filled with silence.

I'll still write.
About everything that was, everything that is, and everything that will be.