What if things really wern't as you thought?
What if the whole world
was an illusion of your own
your whole life
was just a story you've written
that no one will ever read.
All the people you know
schizophrenic glitches in your brain,
unreal and individual
unrelated to the whole that never exsisted.
Your goals are meaningless,
action that never happened.
What if happiness
joy
pain
fear
were all psychotic diseases of the mind?
Everything you hear, see, feel
were unrelenting hallucinations
hollograms in the middle of nothing...
and we really are alone?

And we really feel nothing
know nothing
and are nothing.
You and me does not exsist
and that's what reality is.
Everything is nothing
a perfect balanced space
right where it belongs.