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.
Submitted: June 18, 2016
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