Looking out into the black, I realize that feeling of loneliness.

That feeling of death.

blackness, tepid faint of whiteness

Perpetual, never-ending nothingness

This is what I’m going to see one day.

and that day will be the day

when the hours will begin and

cease to end. Heaven willing,

this is what I’m going to surround myself

like a blanket shrouding my soul

a warm blanket beneath the body

gearing me to be ready

until that day comes.