I think I saw a star falling. And then another. I thought I was dreaming, but not quite sure because I
could feel the coldness on my skin and how my breathing went softer and quieter than usual because
I was focusing on it and I could hear the music and I could remember but that was not a good thing
the fact that I could remember everything and I wanted to forget but I needed to sober up but how
when I already was sober and I was confused but calm as I was laying down and watching the stars
falling. But as I was thinking and remembering I forgot to wish something as I saw another star fall
out of the sky and I was thinking if it's even possible for that many stars to fall. I was thinking about
writing but not for a long time because I felt trapped and alone and scared and little in a dark empty
box which had few pokes on the top of it just so it wasn't too dark for those little lonely people who
were meant to be sleeping at this time but for those who haven't been sleeping there were those
holes so they wouldn't be scared but how could they not be afraid when they were trapped without
any chance of getting out but then I thought the planet is so big and there are so many places they
can go to so they can never get lonely and sad but still they are, how are we meant to satisfy them?
But who are we and who are they because I'm pretty sure I'm also trapped in that box or round
object or planet or what the hell this is. So am I meant to be sad and lonely? So why did they make
this place so big? Isn't this just going round and round? Aren't we tired of this? Aren't they tired of
this? Who am I? What are my thoughts, why they keep coming, why they keep staying in my head
even tho they perfectly know that i don't want them? Can thoughts even know something? Why is
my head such a mess? Why do I keep asking questions? Is it because no one ever answers? What's
the point then? Why am I waisting my time? What time exactly? To do something else, maybe
something every other people do now? What am I supposed to do? Who am I supposed to be today?
What's it gonna be like? I don't want to ask questions anymore, even though I have a lot more in my
head. I don't want to talk or write or exist. But what would I do if I didn't exist? I wouldn't probably care.
