i know how it ends. like the start, the mind begins to play tricks. bits of confusion step in, like a broken record certain things repeat and other parts simply skip ahead. your confusion helps set the stage for your departure. you see your bedside table, the light from the window, you hear noises and get moved around from time to time. bits of pain, dry mouth, tired eyes, and then nothing. then some bits again, less this time, harder to materialize, harder to pinpoint.

like everything before, nothingness awaits you. life goes on, your memories live on for a bit, your family and loved ones momoralize you but they also must move on. the wounds heal. you on the hand have drifted off, into an endless nothingness just where you came from. like the end of a song, or a day, nothingness but the space between it all.

in this vast space rest awaits. a balance of content where no longer suffering plays apart. in its exchange you give up feelings, memories or any idea of the self. you float just as you do each night when deep sleep finds you, never to wake from a slumber you had once came from. nothing to worry about in nothingness. time will cease, memories no longer the self will disappear and a new one will come, like the waves on a beach, another life wholly its own, clear in its destiny but also rising from nothingness its only sure thing is that it too will end and followed by another.