Everlasting Life

You know how they say, live life to the fullest. Well I say live life to the lowest. I mean really, when I die, I would rather die knowing my life wasn't worth anything instead of dying knowing you're losing everything. I guess that's just me. Most people think about what others think about themselves or how they feel about life. I think about it all the time. Walking down the street looking at people, and just trying to understand what is happening in their head. A million things come up as you think, are they happy? Are they sad? Is that smile fake? Why?

I think about this all the time. I tend to black out of the real world and slip into my own. Where everything makes sense, where everything has a answer. Where happiness isn't only just happening, but it's real. Who am I? Am I even real? What is this? These questions bother me, as if they taunt me. Do you ever wonder what happens in that thing people call "brain" of yours? Sometimes I look back to every memory I can remember and it seems like I'm watching some kind of movie. By the end of it I think about it, but then forget about it. Until I watch it again. All these things confuse me. So many questions I wanna ask, but there's no answers. Or even a person to answer. I think way too much about this that I've question my own sanity. I feel like I'm in this dream that never ends, where everything I see, I question.

I'm here to tell you a story about life. Whether I'm alive or dead by the end of this is your choice.