Words
Why do we misuse words?
Because we are impatient? Because we are scared of death?
Because you are just a small part of this big world and this big world is just a word?
Because words are nothing but letters and letters are just... there?
Because words are nothing but a human creation of what we choose to define of existence
Because this big lie is what we call life
Because this big adventure is what we call pain
We are afraid.
Of the future, of the present and the past, of the irrelevant, the dominant and the vast.
We are afraid.
That time will pass us by without us experiencing what we thought was life.
We are afraid.
Of what we don’t understand, what we can’t understand, what we think we understand.
We can’t define, because we only feel. What is real?
We don’t know. We will never know. Hurry up, time is catching up!
Live, live, live, try, try, try – No!
You will never know.
You try too hard to find the words
But you don’t know the words, you barely know thyself.
We don’t know.
We feel.
And that is the only thing we can call real.
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Playing With Words
PoetryJust some poetry and stuff: The words of a young adult with too many thoughts. It might suck, but I don't care. These are my own, sincere words; There is no right and wrong, as they constantly wander through spheres of whom they belong. This is me...
