LAST DAY

It was her last day and she didn't know it yet.
She had been quite unhappy for a long while, lost in the overwhelming blur of the future and feeling incredibly finite by the past.
It was her last day, and had she known, maybe she would have been happier in her ending moments: no future to run from and a past that would be rendered inconsequential.
A brief, weightless present she could truly feel and maybe enjoy.
It was the end of hinted potential but also a sigh of relief for the suffering always felt more real than any fading hope.