answer seeking stops
2025-02-22
at a certain point you learn
you can no longer learn
why existence is definable
but why
existence is
not
all i learn teach me how little i know
and i believe
i believe in the pretty things
makes my existence pretty
i don’t know why i exist
nor do i care to be honest
i like existing
not knowing
believing
what is truth?
a feeling in your core?
i feel in my core i made it rain
and i believe i made it rain
if what i believe turns out to be the truth
am i not the existence?
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