The question of existence
Because for someone you don't know
In some place you never been
Or have been even
You are not alive,
You are not there.
You are not this breathing living person.
The question of fame, of being known,
To have more people know you
But whatever happened to
Quality over quantity?
Love or just being known?
The world is filled
With so many God damn God complexes.
Complexity isn't horrible but
Simplicity must be in balance.
Corks are beautiful
And flaws are additives to personalization.
The mind falls for distinction,
For contrast, and feeling.
Dance around your house
Or think sitting still.
Sing the lyrics to your favorite songs.
Let whatever you love wrap around you.
Or even who!
Don't worry about what's in the glass.
Be simply aware that the glass is there!
I said, Dance around your house
Or think sitting still.
Sing the lyrics to your favorite songs.
Let whatever you love wrap around you.
Or even who!
Don't worry about what's in the glass.
Be simply aware that the glass is there!
To inquiry is healthy.
Deep thoughts are enthralling
And can lead into aesthetic things
But, existential crisis shouldn't be common.
Your answer to creation
Isn't based on the whole of humanity..
It's based on what you make it.
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Chevron Notebook
PuisiA composition of personal poems from a mind of a teenager searching for relation, happiness, and mental stability through her day to day struggles. Writing in hopes that when you read you can find some relation to her writing so you know you're not...
