It's always "nobody knows" or "only the dead will know", but what if I need to find out? When the body decays, and the mind goes gray, what will I see? Will I really feel nothing... forever? That's such a long time, SUCH A LONG TIME!
INFINITY.
FOREVER.
I HATE THAT CONCEPT.
SO WHY DO I WISH TO KNOW???!?!
WHY DO I GIVE MYSELF SHIVERS?
Trembling.
Yes, trembling as I type every word of this.
I've already corrected dozens of mistakes.
But why can't I just let go of death itself?
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Abstraction
Non-Fiction[Started on: June 14, 2022] || Chapters Released: 0 This is an abstraction of real thoughts. My thoughts. Every time I feel harsh worry, dread, or fear, I will write; I will write right here. Those who want to read about another's poetry, go ah...
