we were born to die. it's the truth.
we come into the world, we have to push through hardships and try to soak up any joy we can find along the way...
and then we die. and that's it.
as if everything we work hard for during our time alive, was all for nothing.
nothing matters... nothing matters.
so live.
live through it all.
the love, the heartbreak, the adventure.
feel it now. all of it. so deeply while you can.
because one day you won't.
won't feel.
won't live.
won't exist.
we were born to die. so take advantage of what the world allows you to feel while you're alive. and feel all of it.
YOU ARE READING
we still exist here - c.k
Poetrya collection of poems - written by an old soul trapped in a young body, about love, doubt and heartbreak. these are in the order that I wrote them, in the order I fell love. these have been written over a period of time, my skills improve overtime...
