Surai
born on a sinking ship
- Mar 26, 2024
- 317
Do you also get this feeling, that we should never had been born at all, but it just somehow slipped through the cracks and you came to be?
We try to forget. We try to forget. But what good is forgetting when we remember. When all we do is get it memorized. I just hope we don't have it memorized. Had we remembered before we were born? And after we die. Where I had for a moment believed I was already dead. Where we ran across the school yard wondering if anyone could even see us. Wondering if we were a ghost. How can we have these thoughts. If we were meant to exist in a world like this. How can anyone have these thoughts. Of something better than what is? Where we had thought, "why aren't I dead yet". Laying in a coffin. With a black tarp to match the void I'm in. Where sleep is a great escape. And getting up is only cause we can't fall back asleep. I hope it isn't to hard to die. I just hope when we do it. It isn't so painful. I just hope it doesn't last to long. I just hope we find what we are looking for. And all these thoughts that aren't really thoughts at all. They are what we should have been. All what we were meant to live in. I hope we get what we want. Living in a world where it's living beings can know they aren't meant to exist, isn't a world. It isn't a home. It's a trap. A trial. Something that is meant to be escaped from. I'm sure that is why death is part of it. I'm thankful it is.
We try to forget. We try to forget. But what good is forgetting when we remember. When all we do is get it memorized. I just hope we don't have it memorized. Had we remembered before we were born? And after we die. Where I had for a moment believed I was already dead. Where we ran across the school yard wondering if anyone could even see us. Wondering if we were a ghost. How can we have these thoughts. If we were meant to exist in a world like this. How can anyone have these thoughts. Of something better than what is? Where we had thought, "why aren't I dead yet". Laying in a coffin. With a black tarp to match the void I'm in. Where sleep is a great escape. And getting up is only cause we can't fall back asleep. I hope it isn't to hard to die. I just hope when we do it. It isn't so painful. I just hope it doesn't last to long. I just hope we find what we are looking for. And all these thoughts that aren't really thoughts at all. They are what we should have been. All what we were meant to live in. I hope we get what we want. Living in a world where it's living beings can know they aren't meant to exist, isn't a world. It isn't a home. It's a trap. A trial. Something that is meant to be escaped from. I'm sure that is why death is part of it. I'm thankful it is.
