Living is the ultimate goal.
No one knows what happens when we die, or if we die
No one knows if there's an afterlife or solitude-al limbo
No one knows if you get to enjoy or dread every second of your nonexistent existence
This is why we value life
We don't just value life though
And we don't just value our lives
We value birth and success. As well as love and happiness
All of these attainable if you value life...WHICH WE DO
But, do I?
Am I included in the "we"
Maybe it's selfish to say I want no part in-
Well maybe the part about love
And holding hands
And throwing your selfless body on the cement while it poured. Actually, not selfless. Peaceful. Destroyed. Lonely.
But life. Why would anyone see it as anything more than an obligation, reluctant idea or maybe, an uck
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What is love? (Unfinished)
PoetryThis is just me venting my most thought of thoughts.