My strength is my weakness
I fall only as far as ever I have climbed
The life I expel is what kills me in the end,
Since every breath is a breath only spent, not earned.
Within myself, I contain equal parts light and darkness
White and black, and they cancel themselves out, and become a dingy gray.
I am equally opposite.
Negatives and positives that equal zero when combined.
I am nothing.
I cannot make anything more than I am
I cannot give anything more than I have
I am absolutely and utterly
I am terminal.
I will end.
I will cease to be.
But what if…what if I weren’t?