You ever think of dying. I mean. really dying.
Like. you aren't there anymore.
You've ceased to be.
Like, how did you feel before you were born.
Or when you had that dream you can't remember.
Like coma victims.
Just gone.
It's non-expressable,
An inarticulatable dilemma.
It can only be described by vague words who's meanings barely touch on the
idea.
Oblivion is my favorite.
Close your eyes, and try not to feel, to taste, to smell.
Try not to think.
Try not to think about not thinking.
Try to feel your soul. I bet you can't. If you can, tell me how.
These thoughts we're having. They say it's all just electricity in our
brain.
These words I'm saying are as futile as anything else.
This world we live in is as close to heaven as we'll ever know.
But. this has all been said before.
And I'm sick of it.
If I heard all this, I'd tell myself "Just kill yourself, or what's your
point?"
I appreciate you all being here to hear this, but you are just witnesses.
(Point to the sky) This was meant for you.