Nothing

Nothing.

My feelings, my thoughts, my body equate to one thing:

Nothing.

My very existence is merely a random thought.

Who thought of it?

Why am I Me?

Do I truly exist?

All that surrounds me is darkness...

I feel nothing.

I see nothing.

I smell nothing.

I taste nothing.

The only thing I can do is listen:

Listen for the proof of my existence.

Time passes. Perhaps a minute, perhaps a month.

They speak meaningless words.

Talk of pretty lies, hiding an ugly truth.

I do not care.

It does not matter.

I do not matter.

I have no meaning.

What is the point of something so meaningless as life?

When it is impossible to truly understand another person.

And difficult to understand oneself.