End

The whole idea of it makes me feel Like I'm trying to hold sand. I clench my hand tight. Each grain falls. We are grains of sand On an unending beach. The ocean washes us all away. Like a sandcastle the human mind is beautiful, But crumbles under the weight of infinity. Life. An unforgiving universe. One day my father sat me down. A beam of sunlight illuminating the darkness, Specks of dust helplessly floating through. Light drafts scattering them at random. Nana died, he said. I look to the dust. Death. A distant concept. I held the world in my palm. My oyster. I, the pearl. Fall. Like dust.