Alone

Alone

What if you had to be alone with yourself all day, night and eternity, with no one to assist you in eliminating the crushing boredom that is debilitating like life itself, solitary confinement that engulfs like Japanese candles, just you and your thoughts, forever. Would you even have thoughts? What are thoughts exactly? Consciousness often bogels me. Reality sometimes confuses me, sometimes I don't think I am alive and science tells me I am light. Who is this "me"? What is this "me"? What the fuck is going on? How are you understanding me? Oh! This is how you induce mental instability, isolation, it naws at you like a persistent ex. If all is one and one is singular, in essence bored and out of his mind then reality is in itself crazy. Nothing makes sense. I just exist, an extention of the universe that came into existence because of this one bang. I understand suicide, sometimes you just suffer for no apparent reason and you have the opportunity to end it all because you have consciousness, why not take the chance? Nothing matters in any case.