Not a Lot of Words

I don't feel like I have any words with writing right now. Feeling to glooming and wore out I guess.

It is out there

looming

The blackhole of why

I aim my ship toward it

Knowing I should not

It is dangerous

It will be

spaghettification of

infinite whys

All lies and truths

No answers

Veer off

Don’t get trapped in

the blackhole of why

The number

tell the story

652

406

234

139

119

103

83

60

117

128

413

840