Anymore | 13 July 2021

I taste the ingredients of life, 
but I can't make meals anymore;
I smell the flowers of nostalgia,
but I can't remember real anymore;
I see the colors through infinity,
but I can't paint pictures anymore;
I hear the melodies of the universe,
but I can't sing songs anymore;
I feel the sensations of the physical,
but I can't find the divine anymore;

I have the world in my hands,
but I don't care anymore.

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