the strangeness of existence.
for hundreds of thousands of years i did not exist. then, enter darkness, light, water, heartbeat, blood, bone, body, breath, sentience; movement of me, them, us, we, on green and brown Earth.
i am here.
a century at most is all i have. then i will cease. no movement, no sentience, breath, body, bone, blood, heartbeat, water, light, darkness.
or, that unknown thing we cannot name.
or, oblivion, the abyss, the Great Nothing.
i won’t exist—not in this way; for hundreds of thousands of years, the me i’ve come to know will reside in uncharted existence.
the strangeness rattles my soul.
it is like a queer dream masquerading as reality.
it is frightening and exhilarating all at once.
it will be the journey of a lifetime.
it will be what it is.
© zaji, 2016