So I found this in my documents titled “I want it to end”, and of course with a title like that I had to open to see what I wrote. It was made last year, and I have no recollection of writing it, or the emotions that drove those words to come out. Perhaps I did it just for fun? Anyway here it is, enjoy. I rather like it myself. Sometimes I amaze myself.
I want it to end: everything. Let all that encompasses me at this very moment, just fall into oblivion; a sort of contemporary art piece that fell out of lines, out of the borders and onto the infinite space of canvas that compromises the universe. Let it all vanquish into nothing – a nothing of nothingness. And perhaps where I am now, and everything around me, can just go away, soar up into the sky and hopefully incinerate by self combustion. Yes, like a rocket ship that has gone array and by some sick trick of fate, malfunctioned and blew up into many speckles of scrap metal. And the many pieces yet again crushed into powder by the atmosphere’s intense pressure, turned into oblivion – how I want it to all end.