The end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end.


You know this in your bones, you can feel it spiralling in your marrow, in your dna. 

The end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end.

A double helix of letters and nonsense that somehow describe all that you are, all that you were, all that you could ever be.

The end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end.

Is there virtue then? In being eternal?