To exist is merely to breathe

To exist is merely to breathe. There is nothing more to it than that. Fragments of matter ensemble to create the visual representation of my numbness. All that I see before me bares no significance nor does it serve a purpose. I cannot explain why existence of happiness lies parallel to bloodshed; but occupy the same space. Numbness be thy component of all that forms me. I cannot feel. Inadequacy of language create the barriers to communication that result in my muteness. I cannot say lies parallel to I will not; but they occupy the same space. History has a tendency to repeat its horrible self. For with this existence comes the absurdity of everything we call humanity.