Dissolve Me

A painting of life

The sky from here takes up the more significant part of the horizon as the whirling world moves steadily through space. I cannot feel the world turning, or it turns with me on it. I’m a spec of dust in the eons of time. Some men come into this world, and their lives remain long after they are gone. Mine will go with me, save a few memories shared, flowers to mark my passing, photos to which children will ask…