Sometimes I wish the world would let me disappear.
Suck my life into the endless abyss of the cosmos.
Would there be a difference?
With the cold enveloping my body and mind, I recall a distant memory of mine.
When the world was pure and clean.
When we weren’t afraid of death.
But the only death was of old age.
I think back and remember.
But now, I’ve forgotten. . .