I sink into my pensive basin where fires are dulled by rain.
Burns have spread from my heart to my shoulders, disillusionment numbs the pain.
Auditory and olfactory sensations remind me of what was, but is no longer real.
Every shred of existence forms a relationship with time.
Chaotic visions perpetuate where every living being dies.
You and I and every detail of our lives are arbitrary, insignificant.
I'll remember for as long as I live, but existence will only forget.