Flickering out of existence.
Sounds really hard to do.
Like it would take years,
to slowly die over time,
to burn out like a light.
But it's not nearly as difficult
Or as convoluted as it may seem.
One wrong turn out of all the rights,
And you're suddenly bursting at the seams.
Seams. Bursting.
A sudden explosion of light
shining through the threads.
The thread
Of what used to be you,
Worn thin over time.
The more you try to cover it
The worse it gets.
The threads start to fall away,
Revealing a tiny light,
Surrounded by the shadow of your old self.
The more you push,
The more you hope,
The more you try
To stray from the darkness,
The darker it gets...
Until the little light
That was once you,
Begins to flicker.
Barely, at first.
Then more.
And more.
And more, and more...
Until the light goes dim,
And flickers one last time,
Before falling to the ground
And shattering,
The pieces turning to smoke and ash.
Truly flickering out of existence.
And then,
Silence...
...Existence doesn't exist for you.
Not anymore.
