As I close my eyes, I wonder.

Each day breaks into another night, and I find myself
burning out like a star. Where once I found music in the air
pleasant vibrations and the deep, dull throb of a
beating heart, I find but silence. These days,
there's a dried riverbed where silvery thoughts
and memories swim as ghosts, lost. Fragile.
Self-destructed in the wake of losing the wind and flame.
I find myself just tumbling in the ocean,
the wide vast ocean, cold and storm-tossed,
a lone grain of sand forever alienated from the coast.
Earth? Where my ever-stretching, lengthening limbs
found purchase, my brain could expand and contract as my lungs.
No, depths of pounding surf,
all caught up in the waves and the dim and the sharks,
and the salt of the infinite tears of hurt and anger.
Nothingness.

I'm lost. I'm lost amongst the billions and trillions and more of
microbes in the sea.