Will I sit curled up like this until it goes away? the swallowing feeling that starts at the back of my eyes, down my throat and through my soul. its endless, it draws me deep. this is true fear but I wont accept it (as reality) I can't see anything, I can't breathe. we're so surrounded by false infinity. concrete statues from concrete minds seeking infamy the things we do to just to stay alive. we all seek infamy (eternity). but time waits for no man. from dust to dust. a death grip on our existence what will it take for us to let go? will we waste our lives searching for means to no ends? or can we dissolve our nature, and no longer pretend that we are exempt from nature. no life exceeds beyond its means. I accept no life beyond this world. from dust to fucking dust. there is no turning back as I take this step forward. no delusions of eternity, no fear of forever. there is no turning back, this is all we have left. (life passes by) "there is no great reunion in the sky" but time waits for no man. from dust to dust. our death grip, what will it take for us to let this go?