Breathing is a slow way to go

[willyoucrywhenIdie]

You try your best to try before you inevitably fall short and get scammed of your ability to try at all. You're getting older, your body has become fragile, your bones weak, your skin wrinkly, your movements slower but the world around you is still full of young people, you become bitter against the young. If you're a man you envy younger men having fun, if you're a woman you hate the guts of any pretty looking girl. You have become a toxic chamber of reflection, you are a toxic waste of space literally waiting to be absorbed back into the planet, so it can use your resources to feed its own maggots. All that left of you will be your bones, not your comments, nor your money, nor your possessions, nor your achievements, nor your person. A decaying, terrific set of bones. You'll be lucky if anyone ever thinks of you, you'd have to be very very lucky for that, which then even they will inevitably go through the same and so will the planet itself, being absorbed into the greater electron for it to feed its worms in outer space. Seems like someone's always getting fed something