Yearning for permanence, and who wouldn’t?
Longing to believe it will last forever,
But what does? Nothing I know of.
Even the things that seem to stand still
Flow slowly into other forms.
The beloved’s first and only lesson:
Everything that is, becomes.
I’m not in the mood for anything but a nap tbh.
instead of, you know, actually reading, I’ve been searching for even more books to read. ya feel?