A Passage from A Depression

Throughout every waking moment in your life, death ticks closer.
As simple as it sounds, nothing could be more complex.
Your day is a sacrifice, an offering, towards thermodynamic failure.
Study closely messages of the half-eye, part dreaming, part seeing and the difference need no further scrutiny from you.
Stand to fall, walk to maggot's crawl.
Live in a whorled sea of numbers and letters, find the patterns and see them forevermore.
Notice that light, energy and sound are never absent. The trinity moves within and surrounds all.
Assemble your thoughts as you take your first step, or last breath, before the patterns slide into the doorway of a new journey.
The last breath lasts for eternity. Every song you've heard, place you've been, dollar you've spent, kiss you've shared and person you've met will stand shoulder to shoulder handing down your train of thought. To slowly draw the collapsing box of pure nostalgia.
...Digging your hands into the mortal soil, feeling every second collect under your fingernails. With the strength of a dying life, grasp time and cement yourself finger to hand to arm to chest into the wall of the past.