Transient Everything
While nothing could prepare us for this, it's equally true we've prepared this to exist. Absurd as it sounds. Absurd as it is. What a rush to learn after all it meant nothing to hurry, that nothing gained could be held for long. And still this excitement I can't tolerate. Lost in thought, story lines, regret. All of it imaginary. We can't find anything because there's nothing to find.
It's hard to be nobody. Far harder still to be anybody, the unacknowledged foundation of everyone's existence.
Dear adversaries, enemies, and friends, there is no cure, as we are the sickness, in spite of our best efforts. At this point I've even lost the tail I once chased to exhaustion.
If you know me, speak.