I died today. Or was it yesterday? Perhaps tomorrow-same difference now. Every breath and every step-they’ve all led me to where the sun doesn’t shine and the wind doesn’t blow. Life seems different from up here-almost…beautiful-pleasure and pain, joy and suffering-our every hue painted as one stroke across the canvas of eternity. I used to imagine myself reliving those days of yore in a way different than I had-better, and without flaw. But now I see, clear as day, there was only ever one path for me-from the first star to the last flickering now to faintest dust, time was but a lens through which us tainted specks could perceive a destiny already passed. There is a solace then, in knowing that I was but a crackle in the fires of a charred life, burnt away before even setting aflame.
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