Board Thread:Roleplays/@comment-27166245-20151107143347

I am a thought, an unknown thought, but a thought nevertheless. The idea that I am is as old as the idea that I am not, but always have been. It is here that my mind produces such emptiness, as though I have been shoved out an airlock of ideas into the vast vacuum of thought. I suffucate in the baren wasteland that is my lack of purpose.

I exist, but to what end? 