Why do memory and desire exist?
Love, pain of friendlessness, they’re only in the memory …
But they only give insight to what’s more out there.
Truly to become silent,
Can only happen when the inevitable comes.
However, just as time comes so does hate and love.
I suppose they too are inevitable.
How will I ever learn to just let time by? Or anyone?
In another world to let expectation, die.
Life, not meaningless because there’s something in it,
So death isn’t so…so expectations exist.
Too much is granted from God is there?
Too much to not see anything always or never…
There’s always moments of elation, then there’s
The crash that comes too.
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