A VOYAGE TO THE NEW AND OLD WORLD

What does it feel like to not exist?

Is there even a feeling?

What if we’ve always existed?

Maybe in another plane, another universe, another timeline.

And we’re stuck in a cycle that just transports us from one place to another.

That would make the new worlds we are yet to see just as old.

Maybe death is the carriage and we, it’s passengers.

I wonder, what is everywhere else like?

Is it filled with this much suffering? This much turmoil? This much enmity?

Nevertheless I look forward to seeing how these other places are. The food, the mountains, the trees, the people.

I look forward to the voyage to this new and old world.