Time has altered me.
I use to,
exist as this external being.
Think about,
wanting.
Think about,
need.
Now,
dying is all I see.
The,
absence of existence.
The,
endlessness of,
time.
Cease I shall.
Cease,
today.
Cease,
within the simplicity of each singular second.
Cease,
as time remains.
Cease,
as the vastness of everlasting,
washes away,
every thought of importance.
Every thought,
deeming myself more.
Deeming myself,
a being which exist at all.
Oh past,
did you indeed,
exist?
Was there actually a moment,
which you were,
present?
For,
tomorrow,
today will turn,
to nothing.
Will be,
erased from human minds.
Exist,
absent the ability to be defined.
For,
we are nothing,
but,
now...
©yungb123
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