The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts

When you literally dont know anymore

I just need to get away from these people who don't know my soul or my mind, and go to somewhere where I could live as if I were the last person left on earth, even though the fact that I'd have electricity would prove otherwise. I would bring a dog, and it would just be me and the dog and the sky, and my dog would die, so I would live alone, and die too. There would be no pressure to leave a legacy because, with no one else left, who is there to care what you do? It's not enough to live in "Slowtown"; I want to live in a town where there's just me, and nobody who cared or wanted explanations, because they wouldn't get it how I do, so I'd tell my thoughts to my dog, because it couldn't speak back, and ruin everything with its words. For all world would care, the last person on earth could die, and it would just keep spinning, and for some reason, that thought is comforting right now.