It all falls apart.

I am struggling to hold on.

It breaks as easily as ash and floats away just as easily.

Crumbling like the softest of lead put against sandpaper.

The harder I grab, the faster it falls apart.

Maybe I was never meant to hold on so tight in the first place.

***

Everyone falls to decay.

Dreams fade in the review mirror and the body wilts like a spent rose.

It does not feel fair that my decay must start so early.

It always makes me wonder why I must be fated.

A long fall can be so much more agonizing than a quick one.

But maybe my perspective is not large enough to judge the fairness.

***

It might be an order of function problem.

I wonder why I must decay before living.

Seeing the empty space under a magnifying glass.

What I could instead imagine was what I can do live before I decay.

All those precious moments that make it all bearable.

What would truly be unfair is if none of them happened either.