Let's cry together

Writing to myself

Most days, I can't feel anything beside the gravity pulling me down on the ground: "DON'T EVER.." I wish it had a voice and a face, cause it would be beautiful; powerful, treating us differently without accept. Isn't that life? To be unfair and treat everybody differently, give them different weapons and kick their asses out in a big arena, where lions and tigers haven't been fed? And the guard stands at the visible exit with his belief, that he is the one, doing the right thing. I love that, I love the man and the animals melting together into soil and then out of it trees grow. We aren't the trees, cause we're only a micro part of the soil. - Ironic would it be, if a marmot walked over us or a mouse.

Life is everything without everything. My existence is unknown as the life purpose, maybe there isn't any true purpose of life, and if so, there isn't an existing. I'm floating in the mass of the world, full knowing that I will drive myself crazy in the search for the meaning in nothing.

I love gravity....