Wednesday, April 8, 2015

How many times
have I sat here,
and wondered
what it would feel like
to not be alive?

Why do I waste my aliveness,
as limited as it is,
in this way?
Why do I waste this precious breath,
this precious, continuous
beating of the heart,
pondering what I will be like
without it?


Because my mind has an
unquenchable desire
to know
what is can not know..

and this is my demise.

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