I am supposed to be doing my English homework, or college work, or cleaning my room. Quite possibly all of the above. Instead I sit and fantasize about a world devoid of all human beings. No crazy apocalyptic storm, coupled with screaming mayhem. Just simply waking up one day to absolutely nothing.
I wonder if that's what death's like. I
I know that it's human nature to crave the attention of other beings. But i can't help but fantasize to absolute nothing. It would be a great burden taken off of me. How I adore the sardine stuffed cities, and the minute tendencies only granted to see after great time. But I still crave that nothing world, left behind by almost everything.
How I would sit and watch the weeds grow in places I used to know. And feel the sun sink upon my soul, and know. That furthermore I am alone.
The worst kind of alone is surrounded by ones you pretend to know. An alone felt by many and all, makes me wonder if they too wish.
For the world alone.
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