What awaits me? I long for things unseen.
I have no certainty that there will ever be an 'end', yet I dare not believe in forever.
How do I know this is even real?
Are these words even real, when nothing feels real anymore?

I'll tell myself otherwise, but I know, I'll try and convince myself something,
which is furthest from the truth.

How do you find hope in a world with no certainties?
I've found I'll never be found, I'll never stop searching.