I don’t know. Perhaps my life is falling apart now. Is this the cost of living? Being alive?
Do I feel the inevitable upon me yet? I do.
Like a sorcerer, I can see the future….my future:
Perhaps my life will decline with much haste so that I do not endure it too long. Perhaps I’ll forget myself and my painful memories of a wonderful past!
Perhaps I’ll embrace the breath that comes from my nose for it represents all of everything I love and miss dearly?
I wonder if I’ll be lost until the end or if by some miracle I’ll find you to save me from it all. Perhaps from me most of all? Am I you and are you me? I really don’t know.
My isolation is my downfall, I know it, yet I yearn for it. I am then the master of my own destruction.
I’ll miss them before I’ll miss myself.