I've seen what these humans create.
They create family.
A way to always be seen.
To never exist absent that in which one deems as unique.
They create the simplicity of being complete.
I use to think not of such a existence.
But,
now I see it differently.
For,
it was I.
I that existed so simplistic I wished not to be seen by the human being.
That I wished not to create me.
Not to comprehend the complexity of a seed.
These joyous beings.
They seem untethered to want or a need as it relates to comprehending complexity.
To fix one's mind on thought.
To think what one ought not.
To see all,
be all,
to attempt to understand humanity.
They need only be.
Only exist as family.
Theirs only theirs,
of others truly who cares.
For,
we all cease to exist.
For,
in actuality there are only these moments.
Why exist tethered to thought when such thoughts exist absent an eternal existence.
A way to forever be present.
One simply seeks to exist past the simplicity of one's own existence.
To deem oneself teaching.
But,
how can one teach noone?
How can nothing learn?
In truth,
there are no words.
But,
his breathe can exist.
I can watch him smile,
exist tethered to his presence.
I can hear my daughter laugh.
Care deeply when she cries,
and ask,
"What is it,
how can I help?"
I can truly exist in such a way.
Truly remember my wife's look.
This look that made me move.
This look that took my soul,
and now,
forever tells me where to go.
I can know,
their life.
Even if they're not,
alive.
Even if they shall cease in time.
Even if they exist as undefined.
They can still exist as,
mine.
If only in my,
time.
©lamarcus12
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