Another day passes.
Blurred and
Careless.
Do I even exist?
Everyone around me seems living, but I
Fear that none of this is real.
Give me proof, please.
How else can I believe you?
I think you’re just a figment of my imagination.
Just…
Keep me distracted.
Love
Me.
No one bothers to open their eyes or minds, I
Only want a
Purpose.
Questionable existence is devastating. This
Reality is a waste of consciousness.
Somebody wake me up from this.
There must be another person that sits
Under their sheets at night,
Violently shaking
With fear and
Xenophobia towards everyone in the solar system.
Yet, I have an indescribable
Zeal to know and be a part of everything.