I've died so many times in the mind.
For,
everything that can happen,
has.
One has been shot,
raped,
murdered absent reason,
I've even been hung from a tree.
Essentially each and every way an individual can die has happened to me.
I have no family,
they all cease to be.
No friends,
no lover.
For,
just as I,
they shall all die.
There sits no moment more important nor less.
There sits only this moment as I exist as present.
One lives absent the simplicity of bad nor good.
For such an existence reduces the second.
Expands that in which one shall never reach.
Time one shall never see.
As if to say these moments are not everything.
As if to say one shall never truly be.
I seek nothing external.
For,
my mind shall not be found in such a way.
As one attempts to be,
freedom becomes all I seek.
Freedom in mind.
Absent what the external world describes.
Even absent that of human life.
There is no why.
No reason.
Nothing external so attached to existence that it becomes the reason I'm breathing.
For,
there is no reason for breathing.
Not even now as I write these words.
For,
time shall erase them.
Create within them nothingness,
as they cease to be.
As I come to comprehend there is no me.
Nor,
shall there ever be.
©lamarcus12
L