Isn't it strange

That in order to get anywhere

You have to go halfway to it

And you have to go halfway to that  

And halfway to that 

And so on and so forth

So suddenly 

You are traversing infinitys 

To get just about anywhere 

Paper come from trees 

When a tree is cut down it dies

So the animals who use the tree for food die

And the animals and bugs who lived in the tree die

And the climate suffers 

Just so I can write 

On this piece of paper 

And us humans

Well we live   

Yelling into infinity 

Loud, shouting, yelling,piercing

Help me

I'm going

D

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n 

Silence.......

defining nothingness    

Don't worry 

I am coming back 

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