i ask… does one truly exist if no one remembers their existence…? who/what existed before the existence of/the idea of god, did the nothingness come up with the being? but than what came up with the nothingness’ existence? is everything just an everlasting chain reaction? it must be such for since everyone has connected and everything is connected. but than why the need for a body in the first place if to be within everlastingness you’d not even needed to have one and to even enter the place you’d need to remove your mind and into the wires it’ll go for an perfect reconnection… but why have an whole society built up for years and years and years if it’s best an digitalization of oneself’s being, and why is it the only true way to escape an society is for to drop off the face of the earth and to never be seen again? but if everyone is connected to the wires and static screens than the is the society rotting away? is it becoming deprived of life and only now given lifelessness? do i still live? or have i transcended the idea of living? am i dead? am i in limbo of the ideas of heavens and hells? am i even me still? has the real me died a long time ago and now a disturbed lost soul remains in its place or has the real me always been an disturbed lost soul…? what’s even my meaning being here? in dark static screens is this where all whom transcend go of i am everlastingly synchronized with the destruction of everything’s existence? am i truly i…? who am i…? why am i…? i’m right here but i’m also right there… i am everywhere…? but than do i even exist if i’m everywhere yet not there… am i to be lonely in this ambients forever…? please don’t go yet i didn’t mean to hurt you… please don’t leave… don’t leave me alone, …why? forever…
look she thinks she misplaced her notebook she just went somewhere no one would look she thinks she misplaced her notebook she just went somewhere no one would look she wasn’t at school today didn’t answer her phone think her dark thoughts finally got to her she didn’t sleep at all that night was she in the bathroom cutting herself? i saw her standing in the street she was in the rain holding a blade i remember seeing her by the drugstore she was alighting flowers into nightlights remember seeing her at the nightfall where she let go and nearly fell if falling angels burn themselves would the stars really tell? she thinks she misplaced her notebook she just went somewhere no one would look i saw you standing in the street you were in the rain holding a blade she thinks she misplaced her notebook she just went somewhere no one would look
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i ask…
does one truly exist if no one remembers their existence…?
who/what existed before the existence of/the idea of god, did the nothingness come up with the being? but than what came up with the nothingness’ existence? is everything just an everlasting chain reaction? it must be such for since everyone has connected and everything is connected. but than why the need for a body in the first place if to be within everlastingness you’d not even needed to have one and to even enter the place you’d need to remove your mind and into the wires it’ll go for an perfect reconnection… but why have an whole society built up for years and years and years if it’s best an digitalization of oneself’s being, and why is it the only true way to escape an society is for to drop off the face of the earth and to never be seen again? but if everyone is connected to the wires and static screens than the is the society rotting away? is it becoming deprived of life and only now given lifelessness? do i still live? or have i transcended the idea of living? am i dead? am i in limbo of the ideas of heavens and hells? am i even me still? has the real me died a long time ago and now a disturbed lost soul remains in its place or has the real me always been an disturbed lost soul…? what’s even my meaning being here? in dark static screens is this where all whom transcend go of i am everlastingly synchronized with the destruction of everything’s existence? am i truly i…? who am i…? why am i…? i’m right here but i’m also right there… i am everywhere…? but than do i even exist if i’m everywhere yet not there… am i to be lonely in this ambients forever…? please don’t go yet i didn’t mean to hurt you… please don’t leave… don’t leave me alone, …why? forever…
look
she thinks she misplaced her notebook
she just went somewhere no one would look
she thinks she misplaced her notebook
she just went somewhere no one would look
she wasn’t at school today
didn’t answer her phone
think her dark thoughts finally got to her
she didn’t sleep at all that night
was she in the bathroom cutting herself?
i saw her standing in the street
she was in the rain holding a blade
i remember seeing her by the drugstore
she was alighting flowers into nightlights
remember seeing her at the nightfall
where she let go and nearly fell
if falling angels burn themselves
would the stars really tell?
she thinks she misplaced her notebook
she just went somewhere no one would look
i saw you standing in the street
you were in the rain holding a blade
she thinks she misplaced her notebook
she just went somewhere no one would look
Conceptual.
Reborn through the machine thou art become a brood of the future
a r e y o u a r e b o r n . . . ?