versely,
the worst part
about
dying—all
alone in your
mattress,
one time—at the
start, or maybe it's
the end-
ing? of one—
very single and very
long night,
the blackness
of which you can't ever
possibly
endeavor
to comprehend—
about
dying—all
alone in your
mattress,
one time—at the
start, or maybe it's
the end-
ing? of one—
very single and very
long night,
the blackness
of which you can't ever
possibly
endeavor
to comprehend—
is also
the best
part—of waking
up every
the best
part—of waking
up every
single, silly,
daffy, terrible morning—namely:
daffy, terrible morning—namely:
Nothing-
ness. Suddenly and
ness. Suddenly and
stubbornly—willing itself
to
become
something—wonderful
to
become
something—wonderful
all
over
again.
