when everything that ceased to be,
is completed.
the once dense dark jungle in your mind,
found the light switch.
to illuminate life.
you used to follow the darkness,
chasing ghosts in your head.
thoughts that loved to be chased.
it helped you find the miserable meaning,
.. when there was no good one.
it pulled you deeper and deeper.
inanimate objects were metaphors,
of fading and decaying time glasses.
...and then...
you stopped chasing and found out what its like to never start.
nothing goes beyond the surface.
the deep jungle was just a closet,
full of scarred memories that blocked the light from seeping through,
to show you the true meaning of life.
the darkness suffocated me, now people do.

with the 7 billion people suddenly surrounded me ive never been more alone