I guess I’ve got it figured out. I guessed that yesterday and I was proven wrong. I’ll guess it again tomorrow. Every time I do, I am sure. A rock. Alone against the crushing waves. Blue. Grey. A color scheme as poor as my experience. The wind, it talks to me. I can’t quite make out what it is trying to say. It passes me by, I am incapable of absorbing whatsoever. Steadfast I stay, unshaken my foundation. Lost on me the meaning of existence… lost on me the concept of value. It is, it was, it probably will be. What more is there to know?
Then it dawned on me.
I stood. I stand. I will crumble…
The wind keeps blowing, the sound has changed. No echoes, nothing, because I ceased to exist.
A landscape changed. A different view.
It matters. It all does.