Inevitable.
A slow and painful death. Years of dying, never seeing that death is inescapable, yet still lying to oneself that one is still alive. Too stubborn to admit the inevitable. That nothing in this life is lasting. It all falls away like the dry leaves of fall awaiting the slow cold death of winter's embrace. Maybe the slow sleep of eternity is not as scary as people think. Maybe its just time to take the long sleep into oblivion...maybe...tired...sleepy...empty. Good night.