Doubts of your existence flood my mind. I question whether or not you even exist. I do not entertain this thought for to long. There is a nobler doubt in question. And that is since I must die and everything in this world does, then is this life just a dream that I will awake from when death takes me?
If your presence is inside of me, then will it not be with me always? Layers upon layers of reality peel away when I contemplate your existence.
If your presence is inside of me, then will it not be with me always? Layers upon layers of reality peel away when I contemplate your existence.
