i wrote about this a million times.
ok that's a little too exaggerated
do you sometimes...
suddenly...
stop.
... and think.
... where am i?
... what am i doing?
... what is this?
... exactly... how does this... works...
or ends...
... what happens?
what is an apple?
maybe a boy is an apple...
who called it...
who named it an apple?
who decided that b is for boy?
... what is all this... letters?
how did they started to... form?
how did it all begin???
... where do i even begin all this nonsense!?
... do you sometimes just STOP.
and look around
but everything feels surreal?
... like nothing is real...
... i am having these thoughts a little too often now.
and it creeps to me...
exactly where am i?
what am i?
how does all this... ends?
what... exactly is life?
