Let's go back to nihilism, shall we?
Where everything doesn't matter and will never matter.
Not even your presence
Your absence
Your excellence
Not even my ignorance
My obsolescence
My essence

Let's go back to existentialism, shall we?
Where everything doesn't have meaning and will never have.
Not even your eyes
Your smiles
Your scars
Not even my part
My hurt
My heart

You simply exist
I simply here
It's not destined
It's not meant
We simply bumps into eachother in this chaotic world
Like particles in a vessel, the world is heating up.
They collided more often.

And that
Doesn't mean a thing.

Time is unstoppable
Pausing is impossible
Pending the inevitable
Things built starts to rumble

For all the things i savour
I know i'm no saviour

So,
Thank you,
For existing.

Hope is not an assumption
Hope is not derived from a deduction
Hope is never an expectation
Hope is always a superstition.

What if we pretend, to have a goodbye we didn't had
What if for once, we stay
What if we change, the very last moment
What if we just enjoy, the last memory we had.

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I thought i was done
Having a pillow talk
With my own thoughts

This conversation is end-to-end encrypted
But why does it only have one end?
I thought i was done

I thought
I finally be able to get some sleep
I thought i no longer needed to be sedated
Although, the sedation needs me to be inhaled.

I thought i can end this episode
Beautifully written as a good romance
I thought it was done.
I thought i was done!

I thought
I thought
I thought
I already had too much to thought