Does it matter how much I think
Would you admit it if it did?
Here’s the thing: I’m kind of fascinated by non-existence.
It’s just there’s so much going on in here - I mean, this head.
The concept of silence is too enormous.
I guess I think about the state of death like
I think about the state of space:
infinite, terrifying, heart-stoppingly peaceful.
I mean I don’t want to die
but I sure would appreciate the quiet.