I am

Darkness fills the space around me. I am together, but so alone. It’s sad, really. I have so much to give, but in a blink of an eye I’ll be gone. All I have to live for is an indubitable death. The only second that I am alive, and I mean truly alive, is when I’m dying. My existence is so enduring, yet so transient at the same time. I find it profoundly fascinating that I can be so worthless to one, but be such an essential part of life to another. My morals aren’t ideal; after all, in the end I will merely a speck in a pool of defecation. But I do live by one rule. This is known as the three-second rule. Some say they’d rather be thrown away with the trash than break this rule. I, on the other hand, must digress. I will do whatever it may take to reach my evanescence. The one moment where I am truly alive. The one moment where I give actual meaning. As I am placed on the tongue; as I am chewed to a morsel; as I am excreted and sent to a pool of defecation; I will for once in my lifetime feel. But for now I sit. I sit in my cheddar seasoning and I wait for my time to feel. For I am a Cheez-it, and I endure.