I’m dying to live,
But how?
I don’t even know what life is!
My idea of it made me worthless.

Thinking is a sandstorm!
Devouring all meaning.
Yet Sometimes,
In a brief moment,
I think
that I’m happy,
But
Happiness,
is a feeling,
not
a thought.

So I ask myself,
Do I really want to live?

If so,
then first
Maybe
I should find the courage,
    to let myself die **