A Billion, and Yet One #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk #NTT

Today’s piece of prose is brought to life by the following prompt…

This is my submission for Kevin’s No Theme Thursday.

A Billion, and Yet One

A billion, and yet one, sitting within the desolate void, becoming undone. I am, or is it was? A penance, resistance, a force of nature, unstoppable. Yet here I sit, wasting away, dying, unbecoming. Did I make this fate my own, or was I just written this way? Was I something, or was I just words on paper, a remark, a thought, a fleeting moment upon the pen? Again I question, again I ask—am I, was I, could I be? Or am I, was I, never… me?


4 responses to “A Billion, and Yet One #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk #NTT”

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  2. The eternal questions, indeed. Is this real, or an illusion? Will we ever even know? Excellent, Matthew! 👏👏👏

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    1. Ponder the thought. I remember finding out about death, and crying, because it seemed so scary and unjust. How little we learn about it from that moment until death, the fear never goes away, and the questions never stop.

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      1. It’s the unknown, and one that we cannot find the definitive answer for. The unsolvable mystery.

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