I can feel it all dissipate. The everlasting gaze, the everlasting days. I watch it all disappear into the air. One more mile and I’ll be there. One more thought and I’ll be fine. One more minute and I could die. What I am thinking of is neither a thought or an action. It is merely nothing at all.
Each day takes its toll, it changes, and moves me right along like the last and the one before it. Time is nothing more than a gauge for where we have been. Broken down space that is constantly moving. A path without an end. A journey that is endless until it’s not. Even then still in constant motion. The world so small yet it doesn’t seem that way at all. Lately nothing is what it seems.
I’m tired and I’m not. Wide awake and dying for sleep. An hour here and an hour there. Everything ticking away at what little consciousness I have left. Tomorrow will be here with or without me. Even though I’m stuck somewhere in between. Stuck like a ghost between living and dying. Death and life. Who am I if I am no one at all?