*i [the self; the ego; yet slightly depersonalized due to the
deconstruction of my self-
worth] am a collection of atoms,
an animal
made of mostly empty space

and


the spaces
grow,
ever



…expanding. * (note usage of the lowercase “i”)




they [others of my species; infinitely more intelligent] say
the universe is bent towards its own
*Destruction





growing colder






darker,
more isolated; *(note the capitalization of “Destruction” as though it were
more of a person than
i)
the distant stars, they
are dead yet some
still shine.







increasingly more
chaotic,
but not impossible to reverse [entropy can always
decrease]
…we become.








yet much like us,
the universe knows many ways to self-
destruct









and cannot recall [though it began with a unforgettable Bang! like a startled
baby’s first cry] how to be whole,
forgotten what it even
means










and *It's too probable to ignore:
once i have started to
unravel [to become
undone]











quicker, quicker, quicker












the looser my mind becomes and the
less i remember who
i was. *(that is, Destruction)













and the less *I want to.
*(because i cannot remember Me)