No Sign Of Coming Back

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Thinking of the thoughts I think, Wondering in my brain, contemplating, where do u go when you die. Do you ever question yourself is this all real. From the pumping of our blood, breathing through our lungs, walking with our feet, seeing what we see, saying the things we say, hearing what we hear and feeling pain, love, hatred, pity, disgust. Emotions, feelings, our thoughts. Do these questions ask everyone or does everyone ask these questions to themselves.

All I ever is think, trying to find the meaning of everything that surpaces me. Guess your thinking what's the whole point of knowing everything, but the knowing is not the problem its the understanding. If out it understand why know. I wish all questions could be answered but sometimes the best answer is no answer no respond, yes nor no no just a blank space of nothingness. By Ashura

When I was finish reading everyone got out there seats and started clapping, I didnt know I would get this I thought it was just a dumb poem that we needed to do for guidance class.

"Well Ashura that was just beautiful", my teacher finally said while whippig tears from her eyes.

"Thanks", as a sat back at my desk.

Then in a minute or so it was lunch time and I went to sit at my normal seat with my peers Josh, Led and Kay . We've known each other from per school. We in our own alternative rock band called "Days forward"