The vanishing

It feels quite strange to say that my life is already over

It's not possible to make any type of imprint in this dream

And what else, we'll now all the flavor of the dream as diluted

So much, everything feels pretty meaningless

It's not bad though, it doesn't feel bad there's no real enjoyment or

Flavor in anything anymore

There's not much energy here to move much, be productive, express

And all of that feels fine, it's fine if it doesn't go this character's way

They are preferences but they are quite light, not serious

What is apparently happening appears much thinner, like there's

Nothing to hold on to, nothing to keep, nothing to make sense of

When the sense of self is there, it's not really there but anyway

It appears like the dream is interesting, something is important

Something as a meaning and when the sense of self apparently

Falls away, the dream is seen to be worthlessness

It's not a bad worthlessness, it's just whatever is happening or not

Happening, there's no one to claim it or to understand it

There's no A B C D E F G

I mean there's not a rhythm or order to anything

You can't make sense of anything and there's not even an

Interest, no attempts of trying to understand with what's arising

How can everything be so empty

It already was tho

And it's completely fine

If I was asked, do you wanna stay here longer or just to completely

Disappear right now

The response here would be quite neutral, they wouldn't be much effort

In picking either side

I'd probably shrugg my shoulders and reply with I don't really mind

It's pretty much the same anyway

You wouldn't even notice the disappearance of the body

The vanishing of the self