If
i am
to cease
existing
as breath
fogging
the glass
disappears.
gone,
yet void
of suffering.
i am
just a speck –
irrelevant,
never belonging.
fading in time
like memories,
fleeting.
like dust
slowly
dissipating
into non being.
fading away
to black
or white,
into nothingness.
THE PAPER MENAGERIE 