Unhinged

By Afraz Alam

Sorry, just had a few changes in change.

I don't know what that meant

I wonder if rocks taste like the rock's cooking

Or does the rock's cooking taste like a rock ?

If we eat salt, doesn't that just mean we're eating rocks nonetheless ?

Cotton candy doesn't taste like cotton, they lie

I wonder if ants have brains, do they get tired from marching ?

How did we even make money ?

How come money can be exchanged for anything ?

Maybe a married man fights and rages with his spouse because he thinks she'll understand

But she doesn't, it terrifies 

Same goes with thoughts, the more you delve, the deeper it goes

What's really our purpose living here ?

Actually... What's my purpose in even writing this ?

I suppose it's just to relax

To have some fun

I like writing stuff...

It's fun and calming

I wonder if everyone will die...

Will anyone even survive ?

Will anything ever survive in the end ?

How did this universe even start ?

By the startup of infinite empty space ?

Or the dense explosion of George Lemaîtres ?

Why do we all even exist here ?

What's our purpose ?

I don't know why i think like this in the night, it haunts me

I guess it's curiosity inducing, maybe you feel it too

I wonder how evolution works, does it work like coding ?

Come to the think of it, everything works like coding does it not ?

Is reality even real ?

What we're seeing is just the image of the things infront of us

We're not seeing the actual true reality 

Maybe we're never seeing anything to begin with

Maybe all of this is just fake, we're maybe not seeing the real real

Nonetheless, i had fun writing this

Everyone has fun writing 

Whether it be poets, storymakers or anything honestly 

I like writing 

It's soothing 

By Afraz Alam