clinging to every semblance of hope
every fleeting notion of reality
yet striving for anything but…
what am i searching for?
real?
yes,
i claim this.
but my subconscious begs to differ.  
i want to fly.
i want an escape.
crumbling,
with every day that passes.
i remember what i’m here for,
yet i cannot seem to reach it,
to hold onto it.
i am dead and gone.
i am dead.
i am gone.
without a glimpse of rebirth in sight.
the phoenix has taken flight without me.
i am alone with myself.
“Atman” has been destroyed.
i do not exist.
no longer whole.
no longer broken.
simply
dead.