The End of the World

You are not who you think you are. You are not what you think you were. You are not your future. You are not a ghost waiting for a corpse. You are not the author of your story. You are not the pilot of your ship.

You are not going to live long enough to accept reality.

You are a message from another world. You are a clue without a mystery. You are the untouchable target. You are the black inside the box. You are a shadow of a shadow.

You are the epic tale in every cloud. You are the legend in every sky. You are the mythology in every phase of the moon.

You are the uncorrected mistake. You are the unknown. You are an eternal fixed point in space and time. You are the nothing that proves there is no such thing as nothing. You are a phantom wisp of the corporeal.

You are the end of the world. ​

You are the beginning.