Angst 'I think, therefore I am', the statement says, But then i wonder: Do I actually exist?

Existence seems to be an abstract idea, A very different concept from what's actually called real.

I'm lost in uncertainty, Uncertainty meaning that space between consciousness And unconsciousness, choices and coincidences, The very order that life belongs to-mine to be specific, Portals to be entered, links between death and living.

Then it happens, light dawns As I begin to re-consider, And i silently declare: 'For in silent breaths, the heart thinks, And in the wonders therein, life is.' Thus, I'll gladly leave the unknown fears, Being eternally grateful for that which I know, For in that, the unknown future materializes. Opeyemi 30/11/11