Worn and Comfortable
You only believe what you don’t know—
the pen that I used to write,
the chair that I have sat on,
the life that has been lived.
I have known, and I have believed—
moments turning into
thoughts and memories.
To desire, to learn, to be better—
I believe.
What I know feels like little,
almost nothing—
and yet, to the observer
from the outside,
much has been gathered.
I believe I know what I know.
But I only know
that was once my belief—
about me,
the world,
and this lonely planet.

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