Unless you are the universe itself, “all” is unattainable. Humans do not possess the capacity to “have it all”, for we are miniscule in comparison to the vast expanse of the cosmos…
This story poem can be summarised as existentialism and dread upon the realisation that it’s probably best to just not ever pass on ones genes if they wish no harm to come the next generation due to seeing the harsh reality of the state of the world in todays age. Told from the perspective of
the brain is a quantum tunnelacting as a needle eyephotons entering a shallow funnelallowing either side to spy how it does not explodei do not know… why?why wont it go down that road?why does it not just combust?0…… ……1the sun shines its raysand the brain sheds its rustthe moon becomes a mazeand the rest is
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