No one in this world knows anything about anything.
How do I know who I think I am?
Am I who I think I am or am I who I think you think I am?
Or am I who I think that you think that I think that I am?
This car doesn't go fast enough.
Black.
I can't tell if I am dead or not.
Red.
The red is everywhere
Red dripping into red
Flickering red
Just red.
I am standing.
The road seems longer when you walk down it.
I turn around and look at the remains smashed into the tree.
Does the tree know? Does it care?
I turn away from the tree and realize
I am who I have always been
I am who I need to be
I am who I want to be
I can't tell if I am dead or not
First you learn, then you let go.
