I know that no one read these but anyway I wrote a short poem:
The young man spoke with all the fervor our endless universe had to offer towards the simple, yet charming maiden who stood before him.
Perhaps a reminder of his inevitable past?
Perhaps his future?
Perhaps his present?
Amidst this existence, questioning is a skill attained by almost everyone—
Lost in the world of love, hatred, sensuality.
Perhaps;
Perhaps the world itself is adequate only for the act of questioning.
While others attempt to explain their deeds, their sins, perhaps perhaps is the only truly valuable answer.
The sole answer truly acceptable on earth is one that attains neither a visible nor a final resolution.
The final stage, memory, and challenge we sine qua non face.
No answer for the end,
No answer for the before,
No answer for the after.
No answer for nothing, verily.
So, conceivably, a simple perhaps is what we must say.
A simple,
Perhaps.