I have been thinking
Thinking about my thoughts.
Am I the way I think?
Is there something special about it all?
Aren't we all the same?
Going through the same thing in a different way and level of it all.
Aren't we all suffering from existing?
Then why am I thinking about it all?
Why do we even think?
Thinking about everything and everyone.
What if what I think is so opposite of everything, its almost cynical?
What if the way I think others think is not the way they think at all?
Are we even same?
Or am I just being illogical?
16 april, 2021
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Life till Death
Poetry"People are afraid to making bad things. I want to make bad things. If I keep making bad things, someday I might end up making something good."
