we exist randomly.
we come into existence
randomly.
we don't choose
how
or
when
or
why
to
exist.
we just suddenly
exist.
and people don't
become
interwoven
with each other
in such elaborate
ways,
as we might
like
to think;
simply,
people
happen
to each other,
randomly.
nothing in life
is planned
except failure,
and despite
how we dress
it up,
we cannot
bring
order
to
the chaos.
life,
and
the people
therein
happen
to us,
much in the same way
as a car accident
or a winning
lottery ticket
might.
but that's
the easy
answer.
despite
the sentience
and sapience
we
are
the lowest
common denominators
of existence.
self-aware
aggregations
of binary chains
and chemical bonds
that have foolishly
mistaken
mechanical impulse
and electrical signals
for something
more.
but
those binary chains
and chemical bonds
are what made us
self-aware,
and ultimately,
that is the
important part here;
we are
self-aware.
we exist
randomly.
we happen
to each other
randomly.
but
despite the
truth
that
we can never
bring
order
to
the chaos,
we can always
choose
to not partake.
and that's the
hardest
part.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
Poetrypoetry takes us to so many places, and we take poetry to so many places. here are poems about places, and sometimes the people found in them.
