Spiritual John Wick

It’s amazing how each singular day can transform one’s entire existence. To watch past lives rearrange into a puzzle behind you as if you never existed. Manifesting yourself into nothingness as if you were more than just a speck before. To become so easily replaced for the entirety of a world so profoundly built by one who never really existed at all. Making room for so many while never even having room for itself. A gravitational pull that only the darkness knows as light becomes consumed by it. In there the lost roam. Sometimes that force simply crushes back into itself, and in this self destruction life can be rebuilt, for others.