Running; running into something—
something running… seems trivial.
:gunfire; fire guns to end a war;
their working hands, worked too much.
Digging graves, those grave decisions;
like a sudden kiss to end a friendship...
Endless friends, still recalling your foes’
middle names. Strange?
To hate is to acknowledge; acting
knowledge— truly irrelevant, seems
:so irrelevant, truly— to sew threads
to your materialism; chasing a bag,
till that baggage bags your heart…
I guess we’re all running; running
into something— nothing!
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 4:23 PM UTC
Running; running into something—
something running… seems trivial.
:gunfire; fire guns to end a war;
their working hands, worked too much.
Digging graves, those grave decisions;
like a sudden kiss to end a friendship...
Endless friends, still recalling your foes’
middle names. Strange?
To hate is to acknowledge; acting
knowledge— truly irrelevant, seems
:so irrelevant, truly— to sew threads
to your materialism; chasing a bag,
till that baggage bags your heart…
I guess we’re all running; running
into something— nothing!
A sharp reflection on modern pursuit—where work, conflict, memory, and materialism blur into motion without meaning, leaving us chasing something that ultimately feels like nothing.
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