Large Hadron Collider

You and I,
we will die young
just as our delusions
have told us so.
For as long as I can remember,
my delusions have told me so.

Together into the unknown,
we shall follow.
We will go;
Whatever our delusions
tell us to do
whenever our delusions
tell us so.

And in the end
we have come to find that
we have taken ourselves too seriously,
examined ourselves too carefully,
broken ourselves down to the very last molecule
until nothing was left.
What a waste…

We will die young,
you and I.
It isn’t something tragic,
it isn’t something frightening
or worrying,
it is simply within our life’s design,
and is;
just is.

Natural…

And in the end
we have come to find that
our minds have become predictable
and our needs so boring and simple.
Wanting so badly to be complex and meaningful,
we dissect
until nothing was left.
What a waste…

And in the end
we have come to find that
not everything held such fucking weight
and sometimes insignificance can be a saving grace,
oh the rapture of being put in your rightful place...
Know that not every great question shares the same answer
and the search may seem to take you nowhere
because you are searching for your answer in someone else’s question.

There is not one meaning to all our meanings,
and it will not be his or her meaning
so that book you are reading is simply shallow comfort.

“Who are you?”
“Who am I?”
Me?
I am who I am when I am it.
Empty? Maybe yes, but
not everything
needs to be so damn perfect.





We are going to die young,
you and I.
But it isn’t so bad
when you have
everything properly aligned.
Just like my delusions
have told me so.
And they are telling me...

There is nothing left to be afraid of.