This world is too beautiful for me.
I don’t deserve to be a part of it.
So beautiful, it hurts to see,
the destruction
I don’t want to die, I just…
I want to become pure energy
and become a mere spectator;
a massless wave of particles that still has a soul
in the bonds of atoms
A soul only capable of observation, and emotion

I just want to watch everyone and everything.
I want to spend my immortal hours just watching,
the universe expand and contract
creating the vibrations that create emotions.
I want to observe the development of the stars and galaxies
through timeless time, and spaceless space,
and then observe everything in reverse.

I’ll become, genderless, sexless, and unidentifiable by any means of identifying.
Not self aware, but still aware,
of everything that goes around me.
A new meaning to me.
A me that doesn’t know me, but if I had any self awareness at all,
I’d refer to myself as “You”.
You are me.
I am you.
But the thing is…
We exist.

The Universe created everything needed to create everything that created the Earth.
And the Earth created us. And you created me.
You created the ideas from this writing by reading it,
and imagining it.
But most importantly,
no one wrote this.
If anyone tells you they wrote it , they’re lying.
No matter what evidence they provide, even if you saw them write it.
Even if you wrote it.