Will I die?
Erased from the pages of existence?
Will I seize to be?
I can almost feel the darkness.
Flying in empty space.
Beyond the rings of Saturn.
I can almost listen to the whisper of silence.
(Can anything be empty?)
Rays of light.
I can almost feel the warmth now.
Beyond the limits of myself.
I can listen to you.
Walking on bare ground.
Feeling the air.
Why am I here?
Treading on the paradoxical mist of nothingness.
Will I ever listen to you again?
I am alive!!!