What to be...

Oh, to be or not to be, I ask myself... In this world, where every soul is said to have a place—a share- and those who are alone? Shall they never be seen nor heard? All they have are scary ideas, flooding their minds with haunting thoughts, wishing they could just drift away, with every moment blurred. To vanish compleatly unseen and unheard disappearing as if it's all absurd.