?

it's so much easier to fall out of love than into it.
so what's everyone's f*****g problem??
it's difficult NOT to change,
so how does stagnicity exist and survive?
my heart consists of nothing
but a huge black hole
sucking into it everything within its perception.
everything because it knows no depth.

what is this energy, this power to whom we owe gratitude?
or should i say to WHAT do we owe gratitude?
it seems so blasphemus but feels so natural.
natural.
like the chemicals that pump thru my brain
with or without the drugs.
natural.
like the tendency to swerve
involuntarily
away from animals
as they turn to prey
scurrying across the avenues of their death.
natural
like tears, pure and true,
beckoned from heavy hearts
and weary souls.
natural.
like evolution
before Darwin existed
and after Darwin's death.

The cycle of life
sits
like the cycle of death.
just waiting for one to finish
so the other one can finally begin.
Intelligently constructed,
our brains will not allow the thirst for knowledge
to be quenched.

our souls can never fill.
after our feet have blistered
we still can walk.
when our throats are sore
we still can talk.
once the body dies
does life live on?
our grave is a recycling bin
waiting to fill up
 

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[perfectlymetiKulous]

This was a bit shocking to read... in a good way. I can definitely empathize with the emotions relayed here. The thoughts were interconnected in a way that I haven't read before, or thought to do myself... and I really enjoyed it. It was very refreshingly honest, and I can't wait to read more of your stuff.