Accept

I accept

That I am finite, we are change

Nothing is permanent, beauty is transience

Fleeting is joy, and only because of it

I accept, that this world we

We “live” on...

what is live?,

We love on...

what is love?

It is a rich nothingness

that is alone and lost in...something...

I also accept,

I think, that I think

that there’s very little I can do

to understand, bring it all together

9 billion synapses just aren’t enough

...8 billion...I drink

Except...

I do not accept?

Why not.

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