Sad Labels:
philosophy
,
puzzles
we wait for the world to end. each of us sitting on our bombs. dancing to the music of the countdown. we wait for so many things. the sunrise. the snow. the darkness. the cycle. carefully stealing the touch from our fingers.
we scrape the ground. in unison. groaning shovels digging. for a bottom. we never imagined could be buried so deep. it's cold. it's heavy. it's not anything except a choice. whether or not to keep searching. for the things we'll never have. the wanting is all that's needed.
people have a way of recovering. finding. something in nothing. spoiling the game by not wanting to win. only to survive.
but i don't understand people at all.