Since the day you're born, you decay.
You were born to not exist.
You were born to die.
An eternal doomsday clock rest inside of you.
Tick tock it goes.
Tick tock you go.
A universal truth for all we have established for all. For all has been born to die.
We established this concept to have a feeling of exsitentialism for without it we are nothing.
We're desperate to exsist, to feel relevant in a vast timeline already filled with infinite souls forgotten.
We make up time, for time didn't exsist without us creating it.
We create our clocks, our watches, our subdials to keep track of a system that only spells an end for us.
What a fickle system we create, a system we've created loopholes for, alternate ways to explore it.
To gain infinite time is the human dream, but time is not real.
Time a but a figment of our imagination.
A delusion to make us feel relevant in a vast world soon to be forgotten.
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My 99 Thoughts
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.
