The world really is so fascinating. How is it that all these people around me have lives, worries and stories of their own. I'm not really sure my mind can quite understand that everyone on earth is a living sentient being with a story of their own.
The woman cradling her child beside me was also once a child.
That child will also grow up and become an adult with their own path and memories,
eventually have children of their own and so the cycle goes on.
It makes me wonder if anything I worry about matters,
does anything matter at all.
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Pink Blunts - Poetry
PuisiPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
