searching for answers in
the pouring droplets of the
exhausted rain, absorbing each
one desperately. Pondering...
what are they?
what are the answers
im longing to find?
does the question actually have
an answer? What even is the question?
for that perhaps i may seek
in the clouds above... but theyre
out of my reach, and i can not fly.
I never really tried flying.
how am i supposed to know if i never tried?
why am i afraid when i dont even know
what's waiting for me above, or
what im waiting for below?
Like a weeping woman i
will never find what i desire
to hold for once,
a meaning to everything.
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Author:
Mya H. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 2nd, 2024 13:14
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Comments2
A great write to the life time objective of Einstein, and Hawking. Well written and fun to read.
Great write
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