It’s closing in, like a slow looming monster, looking at me, I am staring it straight in the eyes. I cant blink, if I do, something might happen. My hands are shaking. My breath begins to quicken. Inside things are twisting but cant seem to work there way out.
Finally I allow my eyes to close, I squeeze them shut for a moment I open them then, then it is gone, falling sliding down till it stops and it’s existence is remembered only by the reason it existed
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while writing this I pulled another meaning from the last sentence.
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reread it
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is that not true though for every single one of our lives? every single existence is remembered by the reason it existed. if we exist simply for self that is what we leave behind. a looming stench of our own arrogance. but if we live for something other than us, we leave behind something so much more beautiful
