In here, in this place I can feel my heart starting to give out like a warning that my time has begun to run out, and I wonder if these are merely poetic musings or anatomical realities vested upon me through lineage.
My time along with everyone else’s began running out the minute we stepped out from nothingness into this reality, to live and exist until all this is no more.
Until there is no memory of it at all.
And the unanswerable shall too vanish, for there will be no one left to ponder.