The Universe is unimaginable in it’s entirety. Like a swarm of bees, these thoughts sting nightly. It’s not a thing that I can seem to take lightly. The unknown is exponential while the known is so tiny. It’s a lonely existence, is what I am finding. Most live their lives not knowing, yet not minding. But these thoughts of despair are found in my mind binding with who I am fundamentally – and now my days are winding down, being wasted away. Why not expedite the countdown, when there’s no need to stay? But hey - there’s plenty going right. There’s food, water, love, and a place to rest at night. Then why do I feel like I’m tearing apart from inside? Spontaneous combustions of emotion I fight. I barely survive by inhaling a high that hardly even numbs the yearning to die. But I… I know I must try. Because for all I know, I’ve only got this one life.