Theory of Everything: The Fear

I have to separate myself to this fear before it eats me up. Through the principle of gravitation I fall for you but you didnt hold tight. Instead I fell hard to the ground.

When the Universe is just something nonexistent, i would never try to perplex my wondering mind of how ‘anything exist?’

There is no wonder in a world without it’s universe. I write in my own fear of words that had been for billions of years being existent to what I am philosophizing. There is no such word to compel the enormous complexity of the Universe.

Disquieting questions to how this Universe exist; no wonder I write so flawlessly to less than my existing mind against my trembling hands if the universe would die out.

I sat down to where my life had begun. i heard their existing voices. I qualm out of fear to wonder my being.

Why do i exist?

Why did they?

I sat to look myself outside this spectrum. I saw myself like a mirror against the wall. I thought of nothing but the fear of existing.

Ghosts can never be there if there really is a ghost. I never feared ghosts because it’s part of the Universe.

If we die, the existing oddness of life just dissipates, nothing will ever be left - you will be clouds; as dust to dust will turn yourself into. I sat here out of fear. I feel so alone even though my life is so perfect. Nothing has been perfect since I ask why I exist.

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[Dante Balsote]

"Cogito, ergo sum." I think, therefore I am. --Rene Descartes