The inscrutable pain of existence. The nonchalant stings of bees of life. That pain, that sweet pain...
to want, to like, to love, to exist, to do all things following the rules of man. To leave, to breathe, to eat, and then sleep. To exist in the most pathetic way one could ever think. To sleep without a dream. Just blank without anything, just you and your emptiness
To kill the ability to think. To not think. To not feel, to just be; like an endless piece in the infinite space. To be nothing. To want nothing. To love nothing just you and your senseless self
To live life in transit, constantly moving. To live life in a constant circle. Trapped there for eternity.To not know what to think and want to not know how to think. To be!
To not search. To not learn. To just be!
To only exist in dreams
to live dreams in awakening
to only talk in dreams
to live dreams in awakening
To know nothing, learn nothing, discover nothing —
To be a vast land composed of Nothing, something, everything. To be an empty, empty land
7th November 2023
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