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A part of me

A part of me

Quantum entanglement creates curiosity, breath, life, death so much unrest

Anxiety swallows my existence as I bang my head of the kitchen table, thumping hard I burst the wood into atoms that dispers into life and I simply cannot find the answers amongst this atomic storm

I'm frustrated and sad, this earth is ready to explode and I cannot control its core, I want more, but nothing

Its fucking driving me mad not understanding the grand planΒ 
Im trying my best to just relax and accept what is, but I just can't, I know to much, but not enough

Statements and words, I listen to everyone's mind, but I'm racing by, trying to find meaning

I want to grab something that isn't there, like the breath of an angel that cares, I want to take hold of God's gold and be wealthy within, but being human I was born with sin

Words are not enough, reading and writing just creates more unanswered questions, I want to escape my body because I feel, it just isn't real.Β 

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John Prophet

The more we know the more we know nothing about the grand scheme of things.
its times like this I take long walks in the woods.
nice write!

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Nine Eleven

Thanks JG, I'm just feeling a bit lost these days, I thought by now I would have a good grasp on the meaning of existence, I suppose a good walk is what I need. Thanks for your comment.Β 

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