I do not know if I even exist
In this peaceful darkness
I can hear someone breathe
I can hear someone live
I can hear the sounds in the night
But I do not know if I even exist
It’s beautifully terrifying
The art of the night
Making us question ourselves
And life and its basics
I can feel the wind touch me
Like the October wind does
Filled with melancholia
And yet the most serene thing ever
Maybe that’s the beauty of it
Things that we do not see
Are hidden beneath the first surface of solitude
Just like in every single being
Similarly
I wonder if someone will find me
Find that I might have something underneath
Probably treasures of unknown wisdom
Or just another boring mystery
For that, maybe light the passion of darkness
Till then all I can do is probably exist
