A day with death

Here are some notes on a ruff for another piece I wanna do shortly.

Here I sit looking through hourglasses of time. Each grain of sand I can look at for an eternity. For they sit suspended for all of time, yet, in the same breadth, are gone, silently I watch the grain fall to its demise. They do not fall of their own volition; they do not fall of mine. They do not greave the beat of the life that is left behind. The tumble of each grain shakes my world asunder. (laughs) (smokes cigarette.)Like thunder rolling against mountains I hear the grains interactions. I blink away the pain I feel for the loss of that moment. For it is one of many that fleet past. What is it like to sit with the life of someone in your hands you may wonder?
Dark. (lights and smokes cigarette.)
Eternal. (puts out a finished one)
Abhorred. (starts another)
Terse. (push in on mouth inhaling and exhaling)
Harmonious.
I have seen the coming and going of everyone that exists in the past, present, and future. I can look through my own glass and see the universe existing and dispersing. I was not always the way I am now. Over the millennia of time, I have grown in consciousness. Some may think that this is a good thing. For me it is not. To see the birth and death of everything is lonely. Life forms ask me when I come for them if there is anything in the life beyond this one. All I can tell them is “I don’t know”. I have never died, or ever will. I am to collect on the death of what is. Everything that I take weeps in its own manner in fear of the unknown. They cry asking me is it always so cold and lonely. My response is to hold their glass drained of sand and spread their time on the winds of eternity. I watched one day as a life was taken in stoic silence. All present at the life’s end starred at me with knowing eyes. They did not run in fear. They sat stoically. Peaceful. The loss of their consciousness of self was beautiful. There is nothing I can compare the passing of life to. For each moment of time is I in and unto myself.
I have sat and seen from the birth and destruction of atomic proportions to the simple dying of a breeze. That to me is the closest I can ever come to sadness. I take this form on your planet for that of the giver is already taken in your species. I am here to collect. Some may wish to know what my name is. I am called many things and nothing at all. For me there is no name, just a sensation. There are just some words that can only be carried through emotion. To understand is simplification into unfair proportions. The movement through existence outside of known time is my only consolation to what I am. (laughs) (smokes cigarette.)

Till we meet again. I will be watching you.