answer seeking stops

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?