What is this life about? What does it have to do with me? What do I have to do with it? Is it real? Am I real? Does any of it matter?
So many questions I have on my mind. It would be nice to be able to think outloud for once without scaring myself away. Yes, it would be nice to be able to see everything out there which matters.
So what matters exactly? I don't know. I wish I had an idea on it, but I don't. There are so many questions I have at times that it overclocks my brain. It's not a good nice feeling. No, it's more of torture than anything else.
So here I sit. I wait to see what the new day brings for me.
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