Something about living life fulfillingly and how you want to scares me. Because the reason they're telling you that is because you have a time limit.
A ticking bomb on top of your head. Waiting to end you. And death scares me, like it does so many others. Because we don't know how it will happen. We don't know when or where or why.
The unknowns in life are what hold us back, I've realized. We hate change, and evolution and process because what if we discover something that hurts?
Pain. What is it but merely a reminder of what we have lost? Whether that be a bit of blood or someone you loved or trusted.
Mayflies either have it the best or the worst of everything.
Dead within a day. Nothing to do but mate and move on. And who knows where they'll go? Do they fear their demise, always right around the bend?
2/3/22
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mayflies and other oddities
Poetrya peculiar collection of random bits of poetry. thanks for reading, if you are... (skip the collection of poems pls)
