I\'m lost.
Who am I walking with here?
I don\'t know. I think I know them,
but now I don\'t know their names. They don\'t exist.
I don\'t exist..?..
I\'m just walking here, in silence, talking to myself inside my head actually.
It\'s much more cosier, I think. Because then, no-one\'ll argue. It will only be you and your subconciousness talking. And it has a lot to say.
We had a nice conversation, didn\'t we?
\'\'Not even the trees exists!\'\'
My thoughts are a little bit out of controll.
Not even the ground. Or the houses.
They\'re all a part of some crazy illusion that we\'d like to call Life.
But what is Life, actually?
It\'s nothing.
(Some people might think of this as depressive thinking,
but in that case, they have not listened properly.)
Life is Nothing, untill you make it Something. Make it worth living.
It\'s all up to you. You can\'t expect Life to be served on a silverplate.
In that case, you\'re already dead.
*
New bubbles are being born, inside my head. They\'re full of fresh thinking, of positive thinking.
The old bubbles, the ones that contains my old experiences, explode.
Because with their way of thinking,
I SHOULD already be dead.