I have theory
that time is repeating itself
I don't have any proof, but it's something I think about a lot
I keep getting deja vu
I SWEAR I have witnessed or remembered that it HAS happened before
if I scream my sorrows at the top of Mount Everest, would the stars still hear me?
I enjoy poetry, it's like a lovely melody singing beneath the strings of words
or just like the humming of the voice inside your head
the voice that echoes your thoughts, the voice that recites them
what exactly are we?
like why do we exist?
what was the reason?
everything has a reason, doesn't it?
there's a reason behind the stars
there's a reason behind the galaxy
but what's the reason behind humanity?
everything is destined to end
is that what everything was meant for?
if everything was surely meant to go that way, then why were we given time?
Time is nothing
maybe it is
or maybe we are nothing
perhaps life itself was meant to end with the universe?
Life is a canvas itself
the paint is like our choices
so many colors, so many choices
our actions are the paintbrush
each stroke defines every moment in one lifetime
and we are the painter
without a painter, the canvas does not matter
yet without a canvas, the painter does not matter
(?)
so what really is life all about?
question after question
there is simply not enough answers
life is a great mystery
like a wildwood
that stretches beyond limits into the unknown
if I told you I was you in the past life, would you have believed me?
guess what?
math is pointless.
