Watching the stars 3: leaving them

Where do you go when you die?

     I left my house today. I couldn’t take it. And now I know the stars lied. Again. And I think they’re mad at me too now. Our feud hasn’t bothered me much, but now it’s quiet.. even the dead angels stopped. 

     I went far from my house. I’ve been walking for at least a day, and I’m nowhere near where my old neighborhood. I didn’t expect it to be so empty. Then again, people all over the world have stuck to their screens for so long, it’s the normal. 

     I’ve found a quiet place to stay. It’s nicer here than my house. But now I have a question swelling up in my head. ‘Where do you go when you die?’

     Im not the religious type, so I don’t think heaven and hell is real. But that raises the question. I don’t know if I’d get reincarnated, if I’d become a ghost, or move on to a higher (plane?) of existence. There’s the possibility of going to sleep forever or our conscious just gone, never to be again. 

     That’s what scares me. I don’t know if my world would just disappear and never be there again. I like thinking and creating and knowing, but I don’t know if I want to just be gone. It’d be nice to not know pain or anything again, but I’d miss the sweetness of joy.

     I guess everybody’s scared, too. Of missing the world. So they drown themselves with happiness before they die. Or maybe to distract themselves from the pain. I can’t blame them, but it frustrates me. 

     Knowledge is great. I like having it. It comes with the cost of knowing evil. But that’s what makes it great. It Ridged instead of soft. It gives me feeling in my body. And to know other people don’t have that kills me.

     I hope somebody realizes soon that they are all liars. The people in their screens and the stars. I hope they come back to reality. 

So im not so alone anymore..