we werte told our bodies were built of dust
will fall to ash
and fall in between the crack
keep falling falling
until there is no more center to fall
if only we knew if falling was taking you down or to center
it seems both
but one
more infinite than the other
today
the idea of endlesness
and infinity has got me running circles hoping that not everything round can be a spiral and someone can show me a corner to hide in
a edge called stop loss
and ending
cuz there is nothing more frightening
than imagining your death and being reminded that there is infinity of living you must do beyond it
instead
leave me at peace
let me forget
go dark
and silent
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