I'm scared.
Scared of the unknown
But all we know is the unknown. There is no known.
Is it an abyss? A Valhalla? A hell with a thousand tortures?
We do not know. Or at least I do not know what is known. The unknown is not known by me. Or by any means can it be known.
Those who do know the unknown can not to be spoken to. So we shall continue to not know the unknown. Only our guesses are known.
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PoetryJust a collection of original poems written by me as well as elaborated thoughts. Swear its not bad. Maybe, idk. Some suggestive themes so fair warning.