Musings, Poetry

quiet, mind.

by stickysituation
– s t i l l n e s s –
in the midst of silent ruminating
even thinkers dream of fading into oblivion
safe from the disquiet of their own minds
for what is a memory is also pain
an idea also a burden
philosophy a series of unanswerable questions
oh, don’t we all wonder why
why am i here?
why do i keep torturing myself?
why won’t i ever know?

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