Observation – 0004

It is as if I can see where my soul will end up when I die: like looking at the sea and trying to count the waves, never ending and futile. No matter how I try, the end looms over me like one of those impending crashing waves. It is not a formless swallowing darkness sucking your marrow to non-functioning weakness, but it is the enormity and inevitability of that sea holding you entranced, a deer in the headlights of your own destiny, that is what drowns you. That is where my soul will lie.