life, probably

what is the meaning of it all, anywho?

is it part of some grand scheme, some astral plot

to make us whole again

some day far from now?

perhaps, on the contrary, there is nothing;

are we born simply to exist?


 

No.

that is not a truth i will accept.


 

there may be no greater destination we are guided towards,

no light at the end of the tunnel,

but what of it?

we are not born to exist.

we are born to live.

ender

VT

18 years old

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