What is life? A series of events strung together ona loosely tied string? Is it meaningful in any way or are we just wasting our time? Swimming through this open sea, bumping into empty space like its an old friend. Will it ever turn and look back?
Will it ever stop staring at ud with such blank eyes? Cant we provoke feeling upon that empty page and stop this madness. Stop the pain, and the last heart beat and just go. Find life's meaning and accomplish the work of today. Live like theres no tomorrow as if you could die any moment.
Cherish time, life and the loose figuration of living in eternity.
