you do not exist forever

Today, I walked outside. A bug almost flew in my face. I saw the feathers of a bird no more, sprawled across the grass by a tree.  I saw plastic bags and newspapers  scattered across someone's front lawn,  stolen by the wind from a recycling bin,  meticulously placed at the end  of a driveway  without any lid.  I saw people walking on the pavement  where there once was grass.  I saw a tunnel which echoed.  I wanted to bring her here  so she could stay here  forever with me.  Alone in our tunnel,  so we wouldn't have to care  about anyone else or anything else.  I wanted to scream so loud  so the whole world could hear me.  I wanted to bring myself there  so I could stay there  forever with me.  Alone in my tunnel,  so I won't have to care  about anyone else or anything else.  I wanted to scream so loud  so no one could hear me.  I thought about it.  Mayb...

Who is to define "you?" And, who is to define "me?" In the greater view, backing away from all of the labels which we wrap ourselves in, backing away from all of the emotion we put ourselves in, and backing away from all of the connection which we associate ourselves with, are we not one, together? And, are we all that there is? Who is to define one? And, who is to define all? How is one to perceive anything differently from another thing? We are taught  to perceive. And, thought is not attainable to us. If one was to strip away all labels of themselves and reach the core of whatever "truth" which they will associate themselves with, this association, in itself, taints the purity of what they seek. The concept of any sort of bliss, of any sort of truth, of any sort of substance that is bigger than imaginable and smaller than imaginable, is not attainable to us. Is abstract. Is a dream. Who are we? Are we anything? stay good.