Am I real?
Do I exist?
Unanswered questions..
What is my life?
Sacrifice..
Tribulation..
Doubt..
What are these things?
To me, they are but meaningless words.
How can one live without such a thought pattern?
Humans;
Such a confusing race,
And yet I am one as well...
Am I not?
Do I feel?
Can I show emotion?
Words of gratitude..
A meaningless essence,
Commander Ikari.
These things are all in my past,
but to me, the past is irrelevent.
Like a locked door,
I canot see into my past.
A heavy fog hangs over it,
Swirling memories together into a seemless thread.
Undiscernable.
Will that door ever open?
Or will it remain shut,
Forcing me to lose all that I have known?
All that I think I have known?
What do I know?
I cannot even comprehend why I think these thoughts.
They envelop me;
Dripping and Leaking inside of me,
Becoming a silky black void of nothingness.
I wish to become one with myself,
Wish to force the thoughts out of me.
But it is impossible.
That is because I exist.
A conclusion.
But...but do I exist?
~By: Ayanami~