Holy Shit! Oblivion.
A spontaneous response.
“That obsession to feel important As all our life is a struggle to fight our oblivion………” Monoreena
Is this true?
Is this true, my friend?
It has struck some kind of chord in me and I ask,
“Is this true?”
I ask me, not you.
You have so wisely reached this truth within
And can steadfastly, honestly admit — honor
Rejoice
I take pause — long
Slow sinking, bouncing around in the hollow
Dumbstruck
How absurd are we?
To think that we matter
And to know that we do and we don’t
The paradox — the gut wrench, mundane — paradox
We dig around and search
Inward and out
To find something, someone to bounce our shit against
A wall, a way, a reason to throw dirt at and say — what -
Say what? See? See me — but it only separates — divides
Conquers, until we are on top — on top of an empty hill — alone
“That’s Life for you…