We all have our burdens

To carry on
To leave behind

To know anything but knowledge

There can be a war in a mind
To be blind, when you could see

And rain does not fall down
But captures trees

Reason without reason
Truth without a single lie
More distant
It doesn’t really matter why.

I just wish it would
Make things easier.

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Hollow

How can autumn be full of leaves

When trees abandoned their little wings so

abruptly

And how can summer be with warmth,

When this thing, called the sun, is burning like hell

How can spring be so full of life,

When growth is blocked by predators,

How can winter not be so bleak

Grey skies, the endless cold

but it’s not winter

so it can’t be bleak

and yet here I am

full of emptiness

a complete filled void