not being born

Not being born. Has anyone thought how it must feel sailing in utter darkness in a place of no place waiting to be born. Hundreds of years go by the unborn is dead, yet not so even there is no one missing it. To exist, yet not exist.... in the cold starless night Then it happened, a chance to be born, but someone changed their mind, fun night gone wrong. This time there is no waiting, no hope. Eradication is final as ultimate as masturbating into the kitchen sink when home alone.