Thinking until the ph-balance changes
Salivate the words until spitting them out
Drinking and swallowing and digesting
Taking and keeping and excreting
The things chosen and forgetting
The poison of self-medicating
Suffusing and infiltrating
Dying through living
Taken by giving
Drowning into nothingness like a piece of ice and nothing less. Less and less I see it goes but some would say itself it shows. For as it disappears I blink and all I can see now is the sink. The water it passes through whatever is left, is it residue? Was it ever really there, is it ever anywhere? Or do I even need to solve when all it does is dissolve?
Like candle lights on the sun, it seems it exists just for fun. To watch it leave you standing there, with nothing left but a blank stare. For it has gone and will not be returned, the candle was lit and now is burned. This fleeting existence is poetic because the permanence we seek is pathetic.
The world it wasn’t made to last, but we wouldn’t know because we die too fast. Any day could be our last, which is why we shouldn’t be fixated on the past. Like tums in a cup of water, our existence is always on the verge like a teeter totter. When all of existence falls away, our troubles will not decide to stay. If all we do is dissolve what is there really left to solve?
