I wonder what would happen if we died right now.
No warning.
No thought.
Just took a knife and plunged into flesh.
Would they care? Would they grieve? Would they even cry?
Who do I kid? They would. Of course they would.
I wish they wouldn’t.
We don\'t always hide from this world. We don\'t retreat into us.
We don\'t. Well, I wish we didn\'t.
But everyone here is so fickle, so trivial, so difficult and complicated. Everyone lies and betrays and doesn\'t care to say good morning.
Not in our minds. Not in the words we explore. Not in the sentence that reminds we\'re not meant to endure.
But, alas, words only last so long, and fantasies eventually evaporate into morning mist.
Making way for another dreary day.
Another evening.
Another night.
Another week.
Another month.
Another year.
Continuously. What is the point anymore?
The minutes of lives last far too long. Continually droning on and on.
Our flesh is sagging.
Our hair is thinning.
Our teeth are rotting.
Our minds are submerged in the futility of it all.
And yet we don’t see the hopelessness. We\'re so convinced we are happy on earth we won’t see through the haze of dissimulation we make.
If only God can take a life, then who decided they were God?
Who agreed to take the knife?
Who resolved to tear our flesh?
God has saved our souls.
I wonder what would happen if we simply ceased existing.