Ennui

So the meaninglessness
The purposelessness
The thought of having no thought
Simply waiting for something to happen
But you no it's not,
Going to be that easy.
I have no idea to do what next.
So do you, don't you.
What if we could escape into,
Another dimension sans time and space.
Where energy is ideas
Where food are thoughts.
That's where I would live.
In the small hut of abstract neuronic vibrations.
In the heat of glowing balls of electrons.
I would sleep in that geborgenheit...
Being into thinking...

Chapter one: name

I read a quote; That I had always been,
carrying inside me for as far as I be...
Whenever I wrote I had no idea,
As to what I should have written.
Now I'm writing, I'm beginning to feel.
The punctuations, those symbols, those letters,
They are slowing me down,
The words break of and melt from myself,
Unto the blue bright screen, I can't stop.
Except let it overflow.
The words are bringing my thoughts into life.
They are embracing their true nature.
The breath of fresh air, a stroll out of the woods.
They are breathing in. Whatever they can be,
They are finding a consciousness to relate to,
And once found, they will have a meaning of their own.
Forever...(3X)
A failed instrument of morality.
An eternal win over the brewity of a lifetime.

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I love, I hate
I know how it is to be alone
Even when I'm not
I'm a changed man
I like to say it often
And make myself believe
Actually I like to think like that a lot
It's kinda funny
That it seems okay
To look back upon one's life
Without having the deepest remorse,
Or even the slightest regret
How I have learnt about the truths of life.
How I have learned to love myself again.