Haunted & Sleepless

I finished writing/producing a song yesterday. After I completed, I slept that night still haunted by the feelings of desolation expressed within it. the tangibility of one's own inevitable destruction is thick at times. So thick that it torments & also calms, all at once. Submit to sleep. It is just a practice run. Be astonished when you wake on the morrow... For these days are numbered.

Most people never have this thought once. I exist wholly within this thought... now. Life has taken on a surreal level of tangibility. The first step in this direction was my recognition that I can only seem to remember backward to a certain point in time. How did I not exist before? Time is stupid and deceptive. A lie we tell ourselves to calm the soul. As incredible as the miracle of birth is the defect of death.

The ultimate acceptance of this fatal flaw is impossible.