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 not being.

fading away
 to black
 or white,

into nothingness.