losing followers

And there it is, finally, all of time slips through my fingers. Reality falls from my grasp and I’m down on my knees in agonising grief as my heart may as well stop beating. Though, I’m not really sure why because after this endless, tenacious life, filled with absolute wonder, loss and unfulfilled desires, everything falls away. But not completely because then there’s that oh so familiar whisper of wind and the crashing of waves, reaching and retreating. There’s that bitter smell of a past never had. So after everything, after all that ever was, all that ever could be, here is the coast and here is you.
—  ~Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #80