The Cosmos Always Wins

The universe expands and recedes with my chest
and my breath is taken from me again.
The physical world melts beneath my feet
as I fall disheveled and bemused.



My heart beat is a catalyst to which aligns the apocalypse; I have always been told that I am a fatalist.



The universe expands and recedes in my chest
and my breath is taken from me again.
The material world melts beneath my feet


Time and time again
, the cosmos always wins.

The world melts and I drown with it.

All is a smear of consciousness: a collective of the positives and negatives- a brilliant amalgamation both the beautiful and the ugly.
Who would have thought this to be a portrait of the end?