It is
strange being me, you know
At times in
love with all of humanity
Even the
most odious
At times, to
even the most lovely
Averse
O soul!
Where will
you find your rest?
Where will
you find your place?
Do such
things even exist as “rest” or “place”?
Or do you
search for that which has evaporated
As soon as
it was expressed?
I do not
want to live
I do not
want to die
I do not
want to struggle
I do not
want to rest
Neither being
nor unbeing will suit me
Neither existence
nor void
Thought or
emptiness
Speech or
silence
Nothing,
nothing!
What DO you
want
O,
confounded soul?
What do you
want?
know the feeling ... :)
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