As i see my’self change, i begin to loose my fear of winking out of existence.

At the end of this life – if I make it to a proper end – i will be tired and ready to stop moving.

i hope i will exit with a feeling of accomplishment.  i hope i will exit having been loved for trying – no matter how many times i failed.

After a wink, an eye opens… unless it doesn’t.  At the end, it won’t matter which.  i will have come full circle.