Faded Jeans Living

It’s dusk.

And I can just barely see the objects in my room.

I close my eyes.

The objects are gone.

I am no longer here.

The bed I was lying in has vanished.

The room is empty.

The fridge noise comes on for a bit and then off, on then off.

A season has passed.

The front door opens.

New humans enter.

I have left.

My body is gone.

Back to ashes.

I know I AM not gone.

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* In case you missed the subtitle, many philosophies suggest there are great benefits to confront one’s mortality.