Past

In fact, everything is nothing but a vast past.

My life, my experiences, my frantic rushes.

In fact, everything is nothing but utter darkness.

This fear arises from the notion of nonexistence.

Gloom hides behind the happiest moments.

It wears the smile of your closest friend.

All your assurances line up one by one to join it.

All truths contradict reality.

We believed in fairy tales, yes, as children.

But in truth, everything was logically untrue.

The thief who stole my soul fed on storms.

I grew terribly worn out while screaming not to read.