The crowd squeezes me back into non-existence And the world, confines the crowd And the void pressures the world into a sphere And the universe prevents the void from spreading wild and unchecked. Ergo, the universe is squeezing me back into non-existence.
Like a ******* child who’s diligent compression might revert the flow of time and compensate for some ancient rash decision
And I with all my puny might push myself away from the moment of conception let out a mute defying roar through gritted teeth through arched back and through a dripping brow through trembling and nausea and bundles of strained muscles that resonate with ever shrinking frequency until they reach a breaking point and crumple to a singularity
It is a battle lost each day since universes, as they come are infinite and I infinitesimal assigned a finite stay