i cried to dream again

how can a nihilist be so fatalistichow is it possible that all possibleworlds and timelines that i shouldalways find myself on the samechosen wastelandnothis won’t do anymore in the way that i have let you become sovereignto my entire heart in just a couple weekstoo can you also become the pollena bee canwith workturn to honey it is unknown to me whether or notthere is only one person leftin this worldon this timelinethat i can be both made andunmade by nearly on the same daynearly and often in the same momentbut you do seem the richest color of loveoccurring naturally i am moved to tears in myself indulgent lonelinessand perhaps in the coming weeksof growth (to sky or to soil)i may find within me a capsulefilled with youth enoughcourage enoughfaith enoughto put myself in such a way thatyou could turn meinto no thing nothing n o t h i n g n e s s maybe when that happensor if(if you were to be gentle)i will reach towards both star and fleshsinging your name underbreathlike the wind carries a kite

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