Floating

like a balloon;
unearthed
midair
weightless
aimless
upward
alone;

desperate for ground.

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Choices

A thousand daily deaths arrest me.
Each morning I wake to begin again my dying.
One moment colliding with the next in a cosmic struggle for permanence.
Minutes tear at each other, violently advancing inevitable loss.
Flesh and blood buffeted about on a tsunami of relentless time –
We are not meant for such immeasurability. We will not survive.
Significance means relevance and choice is a murderer.
Each option severs limbs of my past and my future.
This day, this choosing, will kill me.
Curious, this life and death, being one.