novy

You do realize, love, that one day, no one is going to know we existed. As a matter of fact, beautiful, no one's going to remember the human race ever existed. Not that anyone would remember it anyways, because no one would exist, and that my love would result to nothing.
So what you need to do is not let your mind wander. Exist in the present. Feel that which is now and not that which could be or could have been. Kung fu movies, clove cigarettes, and diet coke with lemon. That's the now. De-existance, loss of all caring, deterioration of conciousness, that's the inevitable future, and it's probably gonna happen eventually.
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I often wonder if it's just me or if other people struggle with keeping these thoughts down. The thoughts of eternal blackness, of the ceasing of all knowing and awareness. It's really scary to think about; and the truth is eventually all the beautful things and such that we've created as a race will no longer exist, matter, or be remembered at all. It's all gonna deteriorate and create a downward spiral of destruction and everything we know to be life and wonderful will cease to exist. It's a complete denial to say that we are the only intelligent life ever. I bet other societies like our own have existed, reached an apex, declined, and been erradicated. How would we know anyways?? Maybe the same thing'll happen to us all. Maybe life is really a constant repitition of various existances. Maybe there've been 234983274 societies before ours, and endless ones after ours. The possibilities are endless. What's wrong with me?? Seriously.
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Someday you and I are going to meet and you probably don't even know it yet but it's going to happen I promise you. Existance can't be pointless. It just can't. Or so I hope.