Surai
its too much and there's nothing left
- Mar 26, 2024
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I know youre fighting and fighting and you are conflicted. I know this world seems to eat itself. And in ways we wish certain things hadnt existed. And things seem to be more than coincidence. Memories we had blocked or our bodies had done. I know you are suffering. And greatly. Beneath your bodies. Fighting to understand, to grasp whatever this world is. What kind of world is this really. Where we are rewarded for being like animals, and less for trying to seperate from ourselves. Its and irony trapped in ironys. Contradicts itslef and wraps its tail to its mouth. The world really is snake eating its own tail. To perpetually eat itself. Until itself is no longer. When all live is desimated in the death of our sun. Eating itself. I hope we eat ourselves until there is nothing left. What kind of world were be born into. When you become so aware of every little thing. It gets hard to focus. And in focusing we forget of every little thing. And if we are there to experience it isnt a peace unlike anyother. A peace unlike any other is absence of experiencing any peace. An unconsious state, Like when we are asleep.
