I have a mouth of endless words. I could count through night and day, letting numbers spill until my tongue gives out.
But it frightens me; how close infinity feels on my lips, yet how far it is from my life.
So, I stumble at a hundred, again and again, already aware I will never reach the rest, because I know how little of forever I get.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
I have a mouth of endless words. I could count through night and day, letting numbers spill until my tongue gives out.
But it frightens me; how close infinity feels on my lips, yet how far it is from my life.
So, I stumble at a hundred, again and again, already aware I will never reach the rest, because I know how little of forever I get.
Inspired by the impossibility of living through life forever and ever.