Curiosity can **** you, and a curious mind is poisonous for the human mind to give you a half-death.

From light to darkness, seeing an endless dream,
In the dark matter of space, with a loud silence.

Regretting my words, action on earth,
I am afraid of losing, love and hate for infinity.

Can I see a dream that keeps me away from the dark?
I need silence,as in a black hole.
Will I be able to be a good human on this planet.
Why God, why did you choose me to be a human?

They say Nobody can be perfect, but still, some are.
I have only one desire to be a good organism.
Poems are written about people who have any quality.
No one wants to become a good organism; they want to be humans with unique traits.

Will I be able to get the silence?
Can I die without any regrets?
I don't know.
So all I can do is hope so.