what am i?

i am a temple of intense nothingness to the power of infinity. how can you prove anything? how can you say that life has any sort of meaning? i mean, really, what is meaning? it doesn't really exist outside of our own subjective reality, does it? and if so, where? then again, nothing really exists outside our own subjective realities.

where am i going? what am i doing? what is the point of it all?

i want to be happy. i want to be passionate. i want to feel safe and secure. i want to be loved. i want to make other people happy.

but who wants, and why...?