Existing

“Curiosity has its own reason for existing.” — Albert Einstein

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In the
mundane
silence
of a new day
questioning
the sunlight coming in
through
the windows
wondering whether
or not
Nietzsche
was right
after all
in a room
that feels like
a tomb
in a bed
next to
the woman
you love
whom
you
have chosen
repeatedly
to live out the rest
of your days
with
dreaming
her own
dream
in a body
that moves
the way
the sky
breathes
remembering our lives
before we had
names