Happiness ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹

It makes me happy to know that you would be surprised at how quickly I can disappear, in just a snap of a finger, I will be gone. Knowing that even so, my lowest essence will endure in the abysmal universe. Knowing that I am nothing more than nothingness itself, that I am only a void. That makes me happy. Knowing that I have no direction, knowing that I have no limit, because this body of mine is only a shell that allows me to perceive the humanity within me for a period of time. Knowing that life does not have a specific meaning, and that my creativity can give it one. Being free to express myself and travel through different dimensions, being delirious, seeing how far this insanity can go, and all the different ways to express this frenzy in me. 

It makes me happy to think that I am the embodiment of my own desires and the perception of others about me, that there is a piece of me in everything that exists and is to exist, and the way in which my soul resonates even with the unaffiliated. That at some point in eternity, I could have been in someone else's shoes and known myself from another perspective, from another body. I am happy just imagining the possibilities of existing in parallel universes. It gives me happiness to know that today I find myself in total neutrality and indifference, and above all things, I am happy to know that I will be here tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and for the rest of eternity, although my flesh will one day decompose, my essence will remain. and it will persist just like my soul.