Feb. 13, 2024
Nothing every last forever, entropy eroding the roots of
what we believe will survive, sworn statements that we think will endure when even
what we build with steel won’t survive rust eating at the foundations we put down in
the assumption of strength, nothing is as strong as we assume or as dependable
as we hope for, especially love, which like plastic begins to crack as soon as
we create it, the near-invisible fractures
we do not notice until they begin to break, by which time it is too late
to save it.
Nothing survives this world and we must accept this or drive
ourselves crazy assuming we can, when we can’t save anything especially love.
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