Finding Existence

FADING EXISTENCE

Here

In the darkness I find comfort in

I realise I'm a tragic story waiting to be forgotten

Some object waiting to be tossed

A drawing once pretty ,now not pretty enough

Time has a funny way of making some things valuable and some valueless

I thought I would be one of the fortunate

....I was wrong.

And here

where I sit wearing my woren out bedsheets

With four walls as my only form of company

And the only noise coming from inside my head

Is where I understand the truth

That you and I are but a collection of atoms aligned to make the beautiful cages we call our bodies

We are the names that people call less and less each day

We are the pictures that fade slowly in the drawers that are never opened

You and I

We are the presumptuous beings who think our existence is relevant

That our presence means something

That If somehow we were to disappear that the space-time continuum would collapse

How naive of us.

Our mortality is a subject we have always overlooked

As if we are somehow permanent residents of this word

Are if we weren't here for a brief trifling moment

We promise tomorrow when tomorrow is never promised .

I hold my bedsheets tighter and pray that I may see the truth when the sun rises

Pray that this revelation doesn't leave me with the dark night

Pray that I may live knowing I'm a dot in the universe much greater than I

Pray that I may live each day knowing that I might die.