This moment

This is my last moment.

My knowledge is redundant and useless now.

I was cycling and it was drizzling. I had my rain last time. It was not bad.

No memory is required. I have donated my body. If bmv comes and fetches my body, no trip is needed by anybody to see what happens.

Last is indeed last.

Lifetime spent without any achievement. no honor roll. no title.

One mosquito sat on me sucking blood. I have so much of it. So much still will be left and wasted. Will the mosquito suck after my death?

I have to stop. I am not relevant.

I have not made any gain or progress in this moment. I have nothing to carry from this moment either if there is a next. Not even memory what is the use?

In the event there is no next. This illusory moment disappears. I cannot presume i persist. how really? I am so superficial without any root.

If there is another moment, who carries my body from this moment? I am not sure even of my existence. Nothing is carried.

If there is another moment. It is without assumption. Identical to me. Not a subset.

Every moment is factory fresh. Me a new factory fresh unique with no resemblance and no previous.

Even if I try my best I can save nothing for future from this moment. Even if I try I can bring not even memory from my past to this moment ~ even if this moment is not sufficient ~ this is what I have! I am isolated forever from all moments of my life!!!!!

 This is my last moment. I cannot extend my life to another moment. I cannot accommodate another moment from my past however pleasant

 This is my last moment, what is my last thought? Do I need think?

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