Rest

How do I begin when all I  see is the end?

There is no past,

no present,

no tomorrow.

Just a timeless dark that stretches into eternity

and reaches for my hand.

“Do you trust me?” it whispers.

My feet betray me as I step forward,

ever closer,

to the abyss that beckons me home.

 

 

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