I wanna know the meaning of life, but it terrifies me of what it could possibly be. I mean the meaning of life may have everything to do with happiness and love. However on the other hand the meaning of life may not even be a thing. There might as well be no meaning to life sometimes. Then other times everything could rule out to be the meaning of life. Will somebody ever find the answer to this mystery ? Or will we sit here and keep breathing the same air and making the same mistakes and living the same way. Or will someone one day get up and tell that person they love them or go on that road trip with friends. Which one will find the meaning of life ? Will either of them ? Or will both of them ? Does the meaning of life only come to those who risk theirs for others ? Does the meaning of life suddenly appear in the needle of the heroine addict lying on the cold, musty, bacteria field basement floor ? Does the meaning of life lay inside the hands of the person you love or does the meaning of life lay inside the hands of the one who broke your heart into thousands of pieces and left you there alone too pick up them on your own ? Is the meaning of life the same for everyone or does it vary from heart to heart, mind to mind ? So tell me..... Have you found your meaning of life ? If so where did you find it ?
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
