Uncertain Tomorrow

When I close my eyes,

there is no evidence that I am still alive.

The sounds I hear

are only ambient echoes

of days long gone

played on repeat.

I drift upon the tide of uncertainty

enveloped in the storm's wake;

limbs outstretched toward the limitless forever

absorbing all that is the Godhead.

Attaining the infinite, only to lose it

and become forgotten.

This is the beauty of tomorrow.

I do not know what face is hidden behind what mysterious mask.

Only the unshakable knowledge remains:

that at the end of my road, there is death.

Release.

Some kind of meaning.

 

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[siptheteaburntheincense]

[this is good] I want to meet some new faces behind the mysterious masks of my near future very soon.