I don’t want to go to heaven
And I don’t want to go to hell.

I rather lay here safely
In her arms,

But I know that
That doesn’t exist as well.

If misery loves company
Then Hell adores it.

They don’t know everything about everything
And they aren’t everyone.

They are only who they are.

I wonder if they even know who that is?

Do you know who you are?

I think I know who I am,
I mean,
Sometimes I’m even thinking about it.

Most other times I’m thinking about something else entirely.

But I will never think I know you like you do.

How could anyone judge anyone else?

When they can’t even consider every last drop of reality down to it’s existence?

I rather be awoken from a dream

Then be too afraid in life

To do

Anything.