Do they know? I can't decide whether I should just tell them or wait to see if they say anything. Its killing me. Literally. The air that floats atop my skin is slowly being erased. I am becoming nothing. Everything around me is starting to turn in and obliterate. I can't stop it because I've had enough. I can't take all the things that are disintegrating me. I don't need any help though, because I'm ok with it. You see, its much more comfortable to be ok with everything that is going on now, while not being able to control it. I just see myself in the rivers of memories and time, following everyone else to our deaths. But what happens after death? There's no possible way we have any senses while we are dead, so there's no possible way we can figure this out. I don't care about this either. Everyone dies and so will I.