Tonight, my thoughts will drift into this endless sky, with no direction at all. Lack of sleep is always caused of my overthinking and questions. Each of us, what is our purpose? Isn’t it funny, how we’re all just humans? Don’t you ever look around at strangers and wonder what they’re thinking? Their family? Their hopes, their dreams? Sometimes I feel I know too much, ask too much, ponder too much. It feels like I’m swimming in a pool of ignorance, surrounded by meaningless, phonies. Am I the only person who thinks about these things? When we die, will we be remembered? Will I remain a ghost in one’s heart or just another fallen shadow? My biggest fear is not death, but what comes after it. The answer? Nothing. You simply.. Die. The world ceases to exist. What if my whole life was just a dream? I live in my own world. My brain functions, as do I. That’s all I am In this universe, just one puny little brain. And that’s all you are too. Feel special now?
insomnia