I was swimming the other day.

And when I submerged my head under the water…

Right below the blistering sun.

I felt it.

I heard nothing.

I sensed nothing.

But me.

And while I floated on the water. Everything was clear. Only nothingness exists. And we foolo our selves that things do exist. By interpreting the noise of our senses for meaning.

There is nothing to see.

And yet, we see things.

It is not death we are afraid of.

But the terror of empty life.

Still, we cry when we die.

Logical isn’t it?

You also cried when you were brought to life…