Harbor के बोल

Here I sit, somewhere in the port of Spain, debating our existence with someone I've never met. Read this moment like a rubber-band, let it resonate like the birth of a loved one, please let your opinions be flexible. You say you've found the world and that you understand it, complete. You have only found a dead man. Understanding is only coming when you dispose of the breathless body. my words are limited: their meaning is not our lives are limited: our existence is not Be aware for your eyes have deceived you, because everything you can see is just a piece, a tiny piece, of a letter in an eternal alphabet, part of a word in a manuscript that never ends. At this point I'm off on a search to better my tongue, and for a better description of this state we're all in. All we need and no more.