every day, one day older. every day, closer to death. closer to supposed ascendance. closer to a supposed god. closer to supposed peace. its all supposed. nothing is ever really known. or proven. we just guess. we guess life on mars exists. we guess we exist in one lifetime. im tired of guessing. when is the real? when is the definitely? when is the for sure? when are we so sure? earth is weird. i wanna lay down in the grass and wonder what it means to be. i crave to sit and hold your hand for just a few minutes. just to see what feeling is like. just to see what humanism is like. i could be anything but a human. we never know. i dont think we ever will. life isnt so boring after all. i wonder what the aliens think of us. if theyre out there. too many ifs. not enough yes. im going back to bed. dreamland is less complicated. maybe youll come with me. bring your soul. not your body. im tired of being physical. i want to be. si jeunesse savait, si vieillesse pouvait.
- iz
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