I want something awful to happen to me.
I do!
I do I do I do!
I don't.
I don't.
Do I?
What do I want?
Why do I want?
Why does the desire for anything other than eating sleeping and reproducing plague my mind?
I want to understand pain
I want to understand suffering.
I want to understand humanity
And what it means to be human.
Am I human?
Are the moral values I possess enough to keep me afloat in the sea of thought?
No.
They aren't.
To be flushed out is my fate,
To be forgotten with time.
I want to be remembered.
I am afraid.
So
Very afraid
Of being alone.
Will this matter when I die?
Will this become a piece of literature for future generations to dissect?
Surely not.
Ah,
How lovely that would be.
Is this a poem?
What is a poem?
This is simply words
On a page.
Is it writing?
What is writing, anyways?
Does this matter?
Will I get an answer?
Won't you answer me?
One day I hope to hear it.
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 2:03 PM UTC
I want something awful to happen to me.
I do!
I do I do I do!
I don't.
I don't.
Do I?
What do I want?
Why do I want?
Why does the desire for anything other than eating sleeping and reproducing plague my mind?
I want to understand pain
I want to understand suffering.
I want to understand humanity
And what it means to be human.
Am I human?
Are the moral values I possess enough to keep me afloat in the sea of thought?
No.
They aren't.
To be flushed out is my fate,
To be forgotten with time.
I want to be remembered.
I am afraid.
So
Very afraid
Of being alone.
Will this matter when I die?
Will this become a piece of literature for future generations to dissect?
Surely not.
Ah,
How lovely that would be.
Is this a poem?
What is a poem?
This is simply words
On a page.
Is it writing?
What is writing, anyways?
Does this matter?
Will I get an answer?
Won't you answer me?
One day I hope to hear it.
Written on the date by the title.