It woke up, then it sought the world. It explored the world, then it coveted the world. Then the world consumed it. It thought and thought endlessly but there was no end to thought. It was the end but it was always the end. It was the beginning and then It was no more. It thought about the world. It thought about a lifetime, it thought about the air we breathe, it thought about the things we become but that too was always the end. Endless form, endless being, endless becoming. End to all, end to everything, end to life, end to me; end to end.
ESTÁ A LER
A collection of poems and late night musings
PoesiaJust a collection of poetry and late night musings I wrote, mainly to just vent and release feelings that I felt couldn't be explained in anything other than words. Sharing a bit of my grey world view with people, the stuff I write is pretty dark an...
