dreams with no meaning
2005-07-17 || 7:02 p.m.

Everything falls away and becomes as nothing. The ability of everything I once treasured to become as dust between my fingers is a thing of beauty indeed. The loss of even the smallest things no longer is a bother. Nothing is irreplaceable. Everything can be lost and I feel no pain at all. The sky darkens, the sun rises, day in day out, but my existence is as nothing. It will make no difference if I take a breath or not. That realisation is truly wonderful and is the beginning of the end. Or maybe the end of the end.