It's not going to be the end of the world.
In this moment that is the truth I must hold tight.
it goes on
in need of nothing
in search of everything
on a path to nowhere
all to become
but this moment
I am nothing more than a wayfaring stranger to this experience known to humanity as life. Where every step is one step closer to the nothing we are born to become. Where every choice redeems or condemns, where every story is told or forgotten, where every acceptance of self is acceptance of the nothingness we come from and return to. Holding vigil over our significance. As if significance will allow eternity.