London Poem: Day 51

7 October

Searching for words to define feeling
Leaves us empty and only more confused.
Language fails,
So we clamor for the right words
To sum up the you and I;
The he and she; the this and that;
We move with an undeniable level of fatalism.
Does it matter that no one can ever say what they feel?
Surely not,
We just move and bounce
To fill the gaps of what we don’t know
Because we live for a grotesque,
Endless quantification of our lives.

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