We exist
Except for when we get to the point where we don't
Does that not scare you?
I mean, really
Think about it
You're conscious
And then you're nothing
I guess those with religion get a lessened experience of this fear
And I'm not trying to say that your religion is wrong
But in my eyes
This all seems made up
Like a fairy tail to help us sleep well at night
I can't help to think about time in all this
Because eventually we die
And there's nothing to ensure that we really keep existing
If that doesn't scare the hell out of you then I don't know what will
I'm terrified
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Poems of Mine
PoetryThis is a series of original poems that I wrote so that I could clear my head a bit.
