The endless circling of our gazes.
The endless anxiety for something.
Clouds and those endless demons.
Infinite human hearts.
Us, aliens and infinite atoms.
Me and you and our loved ones are theoretically infinite too.
Everything is theoretically infinite since we are a copy of everything.
Then there is the theoretical question of whether we have meaning.
A thing forgotten on earth will be found in another life.
The body falls into the abyss of universe in search of another world.
Together we await resurrection in another life.
This life is short, but so sweet and beautiful.
An infinite number of times I write this.
An infinite number of times I play chess.
An infinite number of times I look at people and they look at me.
An infinite number of times we fall in love with people.
Forgetting a place becomes the memory of all existence.
Forgotten places in the corners of the universe are looking for us.
Waiting for myself death, wondering what will happen next.
Old age and remember the smiles of people you'll never see again.
Where will we go, mom's gone.
Where will we go, Daddy's gone.
Where will we go? Our friends gone.
Where will we go, for soon we'll be gone too.
Human cannot understand the true universe.
But human can feel intuition and has the power of faith.
After death, we humans know what will happen.
Everyone has his own time, we will not know until our time comes.
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PoetryHumans is so clever that he deceives himself under the influence of feelings. Feelings are good, but you have to keep a balance, otherwise you will lose control over everything.
