After so long, things happened.
It's like I fell off a cliff into oblivion-

Just not so cliched.

I feel so insignificant, but now I understand why, and have come to terms with it.
No more fake modesty.

I'm afraid.
I'm afraid.

But I know I won't be.
It'll be okay, no matter what.
And death doesn't seem so scary, but the thought of dying does.
Death is just the end of something old and the beginning of something new.
Dying is the process of ending.
Ending.
Ending.

But how do we know what is on the underside?
How do we know what's buried until we dig?
Except with a metal detector, but that's cheating.

Oh, no, I don't want to cheat.
Especially when life is as fragile as a child.

We are all children.
We're all foolish and fragile.

Those who are not have lost their mind.
I recognise them.
I don't think I'm one of them.

I realized how shallow everything is, even love and philosophies.
My philosophy.
I think I'll go insane if I look deeper, I can't stand it.
Living the lie.
That's the deepest that I'm capable.