Knowledge is power.
Knowledge is necessary.
Pages upon Pages fill Book upon Books.
So many words.
Too many words.
Dubious stories confirmed wile definite truths are slandered.
There is too much.
I need to know it all.
Tearing through pages after Pages looking for more words. grasping at word.
You can't go faster.
You must go faster.
The voice in my head screams details at me. The voice in my head is mine then it's not. The voice speeds in different tones following different words turing into thoughts coming together as stories then complex systematic stories.
Finding more words.
Needing more words.
I can't not.
What is existence without knowledge? What do you matter if you can't know? What do I matter?
Is what we "know" even true?
If it's not why would it matter?
It can't matter. So it doesn't...
We matter to each outer thought. Facts be darned. Isn't that good enough?
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Short Stories From the Back of my Brain.
RandomI just write all the strange things I think about sometimes. this isn't for everyone mostly just for me.
