Maybe I’m a fraud,
maybe I’m not the
guy who empties the
trash bins, maybe I’m
a theoretical
physicist failing
to piece together
a story of
everything, maybe
my wife is really
dead and I am in
love with a memory,
or maybe I’m the
guy who has a gun
loaded with blanks
ready to fire at
anything that moves.
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Author:
Vipassana (
Offline) - Published: February 11th, 2026 15:48
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
An interesting poem that leaves the question how well do we know anyone and even how well do we know ourselves. It is haunting
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