Existential

Everything is true, and nothing is true”

What do you think?

Because, whatever you think-

is what it is...

Are we Here? Or are we Not?

Are we Something? Or are we Nothing?

What makes us

Does Love?

Does Fear?

Does Hate?

Do all the memories or accomplishments?

And is it all predetermined?

Or does the essence of life exist

only because of

existence, 

itself?

Or do we only exist, to die?

Life is a constant

always going

no pause.

Until we reach a point

where, it all ends..

Death

Is that predetermined?

Does death even exist?

We exist only to Die

We exist Only to Experience

Anxiety

Fear

Love

Hate

Loss

the Anguish 

that is the dread towards our nothingness

and the Realization

of the Absurdity that is existence.

It’s Like a Loophole,

We’re always Going..

And Going

And going

and

g 

o

i

n

            g . . .    

until we find the way out