the undeniable existence of the impact of ignorance on bliss.

i’m afraid that i don’t know how to human.

what’s the age when you learn how to do it?

i walk around so passively hoping

that epiphanies will just keep flowing…

but what if what i’ve called “the knowing”

is just a product of actually not knowing?

getting backed in a corner until there’s one way out

then calling it “meant to be”—

all delusion, no doubt.