Apr 4
Like mist,
Sparse,
Becoming water,
and then a river,
and going forever
And strong and fast and turbulent,
growing life and joy and colors,
Our purpose is,
and was never.
Sparse,
Becoming water,
and then a river,
and going forever
And strong and fast and turbulent,
growing life and joy and colors,
Our purpose is,
and was never.
Very concise poem on existential nihilism
2024-04-04
EA
2024-04-04
EA
